The Dying Prologue
by Preeti Iyer
Why do images seem like a blur when life slowly seeps out of your body? In the end all events, all experiences, everything flashes by. I admit that I have led a shameful life and at this moment in time I find myself apologizing and justifying. Isn’t it strange how you cheat and take everything for granted all your life and when it is time to die you feel remorseful for all the wrongs that you have done? It is almost like your mind is doing your soul a favour by trying to convince it that it’s journey in this lifetime was not in vain.
“Dad, I’m sorry I failed you completely. I know you wanted me to be a teacher. And there I was playing lead guitar in one of the crappiest bands on planet earth. All your friends and their successful sons waved their victories in your face. While you stared vacantly at them.
“Mom, I wish you weren’t so hard-hearted. All I wanted was to be held and listen to all those stories that you chose to tell to your older son.”
“Hey Bro, I was the one who banged your girl and got her pregnant. Sorry man. Had to get back to you for all those years of neglect.”
“Princess, you knew I was cheating on you. Yet you made love with sweet abandon and took care of our child. But did you have to pull the trigger? Couldn’t we have...maybe...talked about it?”
To dust returnest.