Possibilities

Roshan was staring at the city's skyline. For a moment he was not sure if the distant lights were fireflies or diyas floating down a river. He felt himself swaying in the cold breeze. He felt alive. He hauled himself up on the wall and started walking with his arms in the air like a balancing circus girl. The night sky was grey with smoke and dust. The people nineteen stories below were like lilliputs who held him as their prisoner. It would only take one step to be free, to end all the misery. For more than a second he was tempted to let go, ready to fly. He knew that the flight will be short-lived and then it would only be a crushing fall. The end of him. He felt his heart beat, the blood flowing through his body, every hair on his arm seems to stand on its end. The throbbing pain in his head felt like a car's indicator left on by its forgetful owner. He could taste life or was it blood in his mouth? His tongue felt heavy and dry. There was a bitter-sweet taste of alcohol and marijuana. Something made him change his mind. Death seemed so final; life on the other hand was full of possibilities no matter how gruesome. Roshan peed staight into the traffic. The breeze sprayed it on the cars like a light drizzle. He started laughing hysterically. That's when he slipped and fell.