Dead :)

Let me tell you where this story starts. It actually starts where mine ended. Ahem. Hic. Yeah. As in, chapter closed asa. Still didn’t get it? The day I died re. So it was this warm sunny afternoon, in the beautiful city of Goa. All men and women were in their homes. All shops were shut. Save one beer bar. Hello. Not shut for me ok. Siesta time asa? Ok. Lets focus on the story now. No distractions. Where were they? I mean where were we? Yeah yeah. Siesta. Ok so thats what all the humble men and fiery women of Goa were busy with. Hic. Napping. At this opportune moment, I decided to shut my eyes a while longer. Ok. Ok. You can say that. Kinda dead re. Ok. Fully dead. Out and cold. Over and out types. It was this Goan villa. There you go again. No not mine. My ancestor’s? No re. It was this villa. That stood in front where I lay. I was dead in the beer bar behind. But like I said. All were on siesta. No one noticed me gone. So I waited for someone to do that. And then I looked at the calm and peaceful folk in the bar. No, they don’t want me to die on them no? What do I do? I was dead before I thought much.  Let me tell you I don’t think much. I am not that man. I think less. I am like fish. Bangda. Swimming In. Swimming Out. High on omega. That reminds. Like dead fish, I will start smelling soon. But I wont leave like that. So much unfinished business. I can see a couple of men stirring. Oh only stirring. Snoring to be precise. It was their bellies I noticed. Sorry wrong call. Sigh. Mine wont move now.  There were still a few pegs of feni in my mug. Kya man? I should have finished it before going re. Now I will regret it all my dead time.   B*****d brother of mine. He will drink in glum. He will say I am dead and drink my feni. Doesnt take much for a brother to stab you I say. And then I think. Lots. Of all that I did. I am happy ya. No regrets. None at all. That feni was something. But I am sure God will be kind. He knows this rascal. So I can leave my belongings " my mug, my towel, my lungi. Actually come to think of it. I am in profit. I have no paisa for the overdose of feni I had. So who will pay? My brother only no? I hope I look Ok. Straight out of a bar may not be very kempt. Good man, no? God will understand.