Liberation

Jenny sat there. Totally spent out. But she did not regret anything. And why would she?

After all liberation was the answer to all the queries that her mind was trying to solicit at present.

“What the heck did you do?” The mind said

“Nothing……eh?” she said trying to hide the guilt.

“But why?”

“At all times, there is not supposed to be a reason for everything” And she turned away from her mind that always used to introduce her with the enduring principals of life.

She looked outside the window, into the sky and gazed for a while to search for something.

And she saw enduring happiness existing in the darkness of its own kind. Beautiful and magnificent as it was.

Suave, extremely vocal, equipped with immense clarity of thought, most of the times, she now sat silent with a turmoil that was eating into the conscience, blurring the voice of sanity and killing the spirit of tolerance.

“Help me lord! I didn’t have a choice.”

Suddenly the beast sleeping next to her got up with a start and next moment the vegetable knife was dug into her throat. After approximately thirty seconds, a lot of stuff was left popping loose from her gullet.

“So less today? I can tolerate with nothing. But adequacy and appropriate quantity should be provided. After all you had nothing but your body. Damn you man…you were good.” And he winked, looking at her.