The Christmas Gift
I am still not sure why I am here. I wasn't supposed to exist anymore and this definitely goes against all laws of science. But before that, let me tell you the chain of events that led me here.
Life was perfectly fine till one mistake changed everything. Well, it wasn't just mine but yeah I had a teeny part to play in it.
It was one of those pre-Christmas parties that my office hosted. I have never understood why the hell people start celebrating Christmas so early. There were still 5 more days to go. I tried my best to get out of it but it was my boss' order, and I had to go.
I hate parties. More specifically the individuals who attend them. I find it really hard to smile and act as if I am interested in their perfect little lives. Who cares if your cat just had triplets. I hell don't care if your son learnt to walk or more so if your soon getting married with the love of your life.
To be honest, I am not mean but I find it hard to buy that lives can be happy and perfect. Look at me. I was living far away from home. I have never had a girl friend. People think I am dull, weird and boring. I always have excuses to ditch social outings. And the funniest part is that the one individual that I love the most, is getting married in a few days time with her perfect little lover boy. Lately, I have tried avoiding her, afraid she might read my eyes and guess the pain in my heart. And to add cherry on top of the pudding of my wonderful misery, she is absolutely certain that I dislike her. Who runs away seeing someone, saying hello to you? Well I do.
I am not really a people person. I wouldn't mind living all by myself. How different would it be from this. Who needs people anyway. I wish I could live in a world, all by myself.
Anyways, back in the party, thinking over my worthless and miserable life, I never realised my words would come back and haunt me one day.
I decided to call it a day. I bid everyone goodbye, in pretext of my impending bowel issues and quickly called up my travel agent.
"Meena, I need a ticket to India asap. Make it 23rd December night. I am flying home"
"Sir, 23rd seems to be all booked. Will any other day do.", Meena asked.
"C'mon, I will pay you 10% more. Get me a seat on that plane".
" Just 'cos you are our best customer, I will try my best. It's so hard to get tickets in this festive season. People..", Meena continued.
"Great! Thanks Meena. I will mail you the check with the 10% for the great service. Bye", I quickly interrupted Meena.
"Thanks Sir, always a pleasure to serve you".
Well, that was my mistake. On that fateful night of 23rd December, the pilot lost control and our plane crashed into the Indian Ocean, with it, bringing an end to the 250 lives boarding it. Well, 249 and a half to be precise.
To be continued..
8 years ago