CHAPTER ONE --- THE LAST ACT
...... And the Italian brought a false expression of remorse on his face and said,
"Mi dispiace amico! Wrong Answer... You're dead!"
And now, the guy was a perfect case of a hopelessly lost cause.
All that was left was a 'Click' and 'BANG' ...
HIS STORY would end in seconds...
Now, they say that the fastest way to die/kill someone is through cyanide, but a bullet through the brains is not too goddarn slow either...
A clear shot with a bullet piercing the brain can almost instantaneously end it for anyone. With the brain dead, nothing lasts for long, though it has been told by some medical scientists that the heart can continue for upto 4 hours - a probability of a miracle you'd say - some respite for this down-on-luck poor guy ...
But just think - what luck would he have in these gloomy, dark and dingy by-lanes of the northern coast of Palermo. Had he been lucky, he would never have been in this goddamn location in the first place. Instead, he'd be on a plane, on the way to Marseilles and with a million Euros worth of contract in his account.
Oh! how everything changes in a day.
As the sun was rising today, he was expecting to become a rich man and now, while the sun is setting, he's lying here on his knees, with his eyes staring down the barrel of a 0.38 caliber pistol.
Even nature had become a reflection of his life today - yes, so true -
The sun was really setting on him.
Now, it will be several minutes ... nay, hours, if not days, before anybody would even come across his, by then, already dead body.
But strangely enough, these weren't the thoughts in his minds. He wasn't thinking of his situation, death, escape, respite, mercy or even miracle. He wasn't even thinking of afterlife, its existence or possibility of him having an afterlife and what he'd be in his next life, something that he had thought earlier in his life.
No, strangely, it was a feeling of NOTHINGNESS.
He had just given it all up and was suddenly ready to face his fate. He had internalized it all and was just recollecting his life now. From, the moment he had heard the Italian's words, his whole life had come to him in a flash ...
(As they say in a cliché, hackneyed way ... your life flashes when you're about to die... And you see a long bright Tunnel... Well, we don't know much about the tunnel part here)
He felt like a distant observer watching his life buzz past him in an instant. It was like watching a movie in with scenes playing in front of him.
But what was strange was the fact that these scenes didn't evoke any emotion in his heart. He felt disattached and unaffected, as if none of these things mattered to him.
Suddenly he realised that inspite of whatever he had thought of his life - that his life was so great, with so many unforgettable and soul stirring stories and moments, he didn't feel anything ... no ... nothing at all.
Nothing evoked any emotion in him. Not his special childhood memories, not his school days, no - not even his college days. Not even his work, which he thought was his calling and his true love.
In that one moment, as his whole life passed by him, he was left wondering,
Have I even lived my life ...
Is this what I wanted from it ... not a single moment worth evoking ANY feeling ...
Now, he thought -
Maybe its good enough that I'm losing this life ...'coz I've already wasted it ...
Had he Really???
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