Veronica decides to die - Epilouge 1

847-xxx-xxxx; an unknown number is flashing on my phone. I hardly take unknown calls. Mostly unknown calls are from some credit card companies and I don’t want to say “No” to the sweet voice holder on the other end of the phone. Since it’s 847 number I decided to answer the call. Well, it’s call from Indian trails library - an automated message, “the book you ordered is available, please collect it”.

I had gone to the library and collected the book –“Veronica decides to die” and kept it on my table. It’s a week now and the book lay on my table untouched.

Last Friday, during my promotion party, one of my friends saw this book and commented – “have you read the book, if no, I advise you, it will take you to some level”? I took his word, because he is one of my friends who read some books; watch good movies, up to date about all the new gadgets, current affairs. So it’s nice to talk with him, even better after two beer or two drinks.

I opened the book. I guess Paulo Coelho believes in “Fate”. ‘When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it’ from the novel Alchemist, ‘Nothing in the world happens by chance” from the novel which I started reading. All these quotes underline the fact “Fate”.

Now I’m traveling through the streets of Ljubljana, saw the statue of the Slovenian poet Preseren. He doesn’t have the guts to tell his love to Julija, so he expressed his love through poems. I had the guts, so I’m not a poet.

I walked into Veronica’s room. Even though she has a perfect life she decided to kill herself and she already ingested a few sleeping pills ample enough to kill a person. I knew what’s going through her mind – “Why she preferred sleeping pills than other options like a romantic suicide by cutting her vein”

For a moment I thought, what will happen after death. That thought gave me a wicked smile. When I die I’ll richer than Ambanis and Tata’s. They all will be owner of less than 6 feet land. Since I’m 6’2’’ I’ll be richerJ. Inside a coffin, cotton pushed into the nostrils, piece of white cloth stung around the face, both thump fingers on the leg tied together. I even imagined, a fly landed on my forehead. This thought gave me a tickling feeling. Imagined a little further, somebody closed the coffin, the darkness haunted me, scared me. However, the air of serenity pacified my mind. Further thoughts scared me - why I preserved this tall, lanky body like this, it’s now …..

I gave a break to my thought. Who will be there inside the room, demon or angels to take her soul? Elderly people say, if people commit suicide, their soul should wander without peace. Don’t know, I jus peeped into her room. Where is Veronica????