bindu krishna

Abstract Tragedy

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bindu krishna

Abstract Tragedy

I See

I See

3 mins
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Finally! Fresh, open air. Breathing inside the box was so suffocating. A nice room this is. My first day here and I'm excited.


Wondering who I am? I am the new television set. I see everything.


***


This place is comfy. A tad messy, but what do you expect from a bachelor's pad. New city, first job, newly bought house. And now, he bought me. He also got a new couch. Beside us two, the house is practically empty.


It's cricket season, and like many others, he is a cricket fan. As soon as he returns from work, he switches me on. Plays me on full volume, cheers when a wicket falls and curses when it goes for a six. Sometimes it's the other way round, depending on which team is playing.


***


The house is slowly being filled up with furniture. There's a new bed and a wardrobe. The kitchen is still empty though. He got some plants yesterday, brightens up the room. 


The cricket season's over. It's football season now. He keeps jumping up and down, and screaming at the top of his voice on the referees, whom he thinks are not favouring his team. I wonder the neighbours don't complain.


***


Now he has started trying his hand at cooking. He plays cooking videos, and attempts to replicate the dishes. Someone please tell him that beginners should better try out easy recipes.


Web series are his present favourites. He binges on them as there is no tomorrow. The watchlist is growing by the day. And he's made new friends. They are coming home too, first it was a trickle, now it's a flood. And they play me non-stop, music videos, football, movies, you name it.


***


Today he had a visitor, a girl. She's very pretty. They sat on the couch and played a romantic movie. As the movie progressed, they got closer and closer on the couch. Then they kissed. 


They soon made their relationship official.She started coming home regularly. She's a sweetheart, came as a breath of fresh air. She brought a sense of order into the chaotic house. She would even clean me. 


***


They were husband and wife now. Many a movies I would play for them, many a cuddles and kisses I witnessed, many a conversations I heard. They were the cutest couple I ever saw, showering love on each other, caring for each, complementing each other. 


She filled the house with light and colours, smiles and laughter. She transformed the house into a home.


***


Something happened. She didn't return from work. He came home very late in the night. He sat on the couch, lifeless. I wondered where was she. Next day, some friends took him out. He returned late at night, alone. He sat on the couch and sobbed. He kept taking her name. 


He placed her photo right next to me. Some friends came. They consoled him; be strong, she will be missed, take care of yourself, she left too soon, and much more.


***


He sits alone on the couch. I play the cricket match, but he is just gazing quietly, no shouts, no claps. He keeps me switched on, but I wonder if he's even looking at the screen. He's still grieving for her, still mourning her. 


Life goes on, I tried to tell him. I played the trailers of movies and promos of web series. I also played football matches and cooking videos. But he's not interested anymore. He just looks at me with blank eyes.


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