The Murder...

I was in deep sleep, when i awaken by that cry.......It might be 4 in the morning, and was too lazy to get out from the bed. I could hear sounds from the TV, which was ON the whole night..........In a way there's similarity between the TV and me, We work day in and day out not bothering whether any one would appreciate the work done and never regret for the same. Meanwhile i was trying to realize when did i fell asleep, I reached home at 12.45 a.m., thanks to those critical deliveries it has been regular since the last couple of weeks to reach home when even owl's take rest.....Must have been very tired that i left the TV running..... With all these thoughts running through my mind the cry was getting louder every min.....

With all my effort I managed to get out off bed to stop him crying.......As I strolled across, I began to wonder what made him cry at this hour....something must have gone wrong. He's been the latest entry to our home and therefore everyone loves and cares for him. I tried to recollect how excited we were to have him at our home two months ago. Then on he was the attraction of the house, guests never felt bored playing with him. But since the last couple of weeks he cries too often, which annoys me quiet often now-a-days. He must be worried that we don’t spend time with him......

The crying grew louder as i entered the Hall.....two days back I realized that our neighbors had complained about his crying. Our house owner a mother of two, went to the extend of explaining what would have been wrong and advised me from her personal experience. The very conversation went on for hours together......just like attending a lecture on some management theories. The thought of it made me sick and furious.....
In the dark i tried to find his cradle but hit my knee against the wooden chair, the pain trigered my temper..........With all the annoying thoughts running thru my mind and the pain adding to it, I did the most insane thing which i ever did and i regret the same even today..... I went to his cradle and gave him an livid look. But his crying grew louder seeing me, at that very instance i banged right on his head, he made a weird noise and then..........

There was a pin-drop silence, something struck me.........what have i done I tickled him but still he didn’t react, i picked him in my arms to check the pulse, but was shocked that there wasn’t any pulse...... i ran across the room to switch the lights on and checked him again and again and again...... but still he lied there dead.......i tried all the first aid i could think off but everything went in vain........tears began to roll down my eyes and so was the thought of questions i would be answering to everyone.

Here i was.. the culprit, an example to everyone of how one's temper can take the life away from someone............I looked at him again and felt sorry for what i had done to him. That’s when i realized it was 5 a.m. in the morning and that he had given his life trying to wake me..................

I was the one who set up the alarm to wake up early to attend a meeting...........ohhhhh my alarm clock!!!!! What have i done to you!!!!!