The plate on the table look exquisite, it contained nothing
more than cherries, chocolate sauce with a brownie. There was something very
intriguing about the dessert, in the end it is the food that you are going to
consume, then why it is decorated so brilliantly that you don’t feel like
eating whatever is on your plate? Anant thought while sipping an expensive
coffee. He didn’t know from where this coca beans are coming from or what is so
exceptional about the coffee which his lips has just tried out. Of course, it
has sent some chills down in his mind and slowed down his nerves. Just the way
caffeine should work.
Anant didn’t think a great deal about the dessert after
that, after all he has spent 150 dollars on it. He plucked up a wooden fork, struck a bit of brownie along
with a cherry and dipped in a deep brown sauce. He bought fork close to his
lips, and bit the delicate piece of brownie. It tasted much better than a way
it was presented. The chocolate melted
in his mouth, he could feel the warmth right down his throat; followed by the
sweet taste of cherry. In some way, the melodious music and the brownie synched
in his mind.
Anant didn’t like the chair, it was perhaps one the most
uncomfortable chair in the world. He was afraid of losing balance and falling
right on his head. Imagine, chocolate sauce dripping from the middle aged man’s
mouth while he lay unconscious. He laughed at his own thoughts. He finished his
dessert and lit his cigar. The people around, stared at him curiously. Anant
asked, ‘What, am I not allowed to smoke?’
They all nodded. He lit cigar and let out the puff, the
smoke looked yellowish in the air due to the bonfire burning few feet away from
him. He felt dizzy for a while and saw these people who are very, very poor and
their eyes shine with the hunger; while
they serve best to the rest of the world. From diamond to the cocoa. Everything
that the world is mad about, everything we know and we do not recognize. He
wiped sweat formed on his forehead; and said, Hey! I am not coming back.
Anant saw all of them have come very near to him. A lot of
dark bodies that appeared like a black hole to him now; surrounding him and
making it hard for him to remember clearly, he stubbed his cigar and tried to
talk but the words didn’t come to him. They all died now on his parched tongue.
The gobble of sweat formed on his head, but he could still hear the music
coming from the speakers; where were these speakers? Yes, he picked the song, it is from the album Aqualung by Jethro Tull. In confusion, he didn't understand where
this music is coming from… his head grew heavy and in the next moment he passed
out.
When Anant woke up; he saw the crisp light in his room. He
watched the ants approaching his plate of brownie, smeared with the chocolate
sauce. He walked towards the bathroom, taking every step carefully, his head
light as feathers. He closed the door behind him and heard the clack sound
as the door locked.
When he sat for a dump, the gobble of sweat started forming
on his forehead again. He lifted his gaze; and saw black bodies dangling
towards him.
The flock of pigeons sitting on the window lid flew after
hearing the frightening scream.
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