Just for the record, I was in a big mess.
I messed up with all my relationships and in turn, they didn’t think twice before leaving me high and dry.
Then the pandemic hit, I was already living in isolation and now it looked like I was living in an island, with just my work giving me company.
Just when I was hanging in there by a bare thread, I got sacked from my high paying job, without any warning. With EMI on my head and no job openings showing up, I was mentally exhausted.
‘Will ending my life, end my misery too?’ Once the idea stuck, I couldn’t get my mind out of it. I started googling to know about ways of painless deaths.
My suicide note was set. As I was about to pop open the full bottle of sleeping pills, something caught my eye through the window.
Curious, I went to have a closer look. I saw a family of nomads, two elders and two small children, across the street. A small girl, not more than 5 years was hoisted high up on the pole, walking the tight rope, with her father playing the drums, her mother carrying another pole on her forehead, which was tied to a two year old boy. My heart flew to my mouth, when I saw the boy hanging high on a four feet pole, without any other support.
Due to nationwide shutdown, not many dared to step out. But, these people kept their momentum going, expecting someone to pass by, someone to help them out. What is the probability of them finding a passerby in the hot Sunday noon, was beyond my comprehension. Yet, they went on with hope. As my eyes misted over, I threw the bottle of pills along with my suicidal thoughts into the bin.
First things first. I took the phone in my hands, hoping to apologize and mend the relationship with my family.
Words to be used:
Hang, Thread, Record