kiss goodbye

In the silent and dark streets of Islamabad he walked with a stick which he picked up from the left over of a fallen tree. A town covered with dense fog in winters and heavy black clouds in summers, empty streets of Islamabad this time however were filled with fog and sheer solitude.
When he walked the streets restlessly, at late hours in the night, he was 34 years old. He lived alone all by himself, in a tiny rented torn apartment. It was his nest and his source of oblivion. As far as he remembered his friends used to call him cookoo which was not his real name ofcourse, and he did not care about his name anymore, as he became unconcerned about life of his own and others by every moment which passed him by.
Ali considered himself to be the loneliest man walking the earth, which was true indeed, as he knew nobody and nobody gave a shit who he was and where he came from. Nobody was interested and willing to solve his mystery, at least until that foggy night.
The fog was so dense that it felt as if it entered into your soul not willing to come out ever again, Ali just got up from a long sleep, greeted by his only companion, loneliness, he went to the kitchen to get something to eat. The tattered walls of his apartment seemed to be falling on him, why people took drugs when life can show them in every litter of reality that its a hallucination, and you can interpret it the way you want.
The sound of a frying egg at 2’oclock in the morning gave him a sense of freedom. He had no parents, they died when he was a child, what he remembers of his parents was a vague memory which kept fading away and kept coming back to him. He sobbed and cried like a child at times when he thought what would it be if his mother or his father was alive?
He had a friend, just one friend whom he met in a coffee shop couple of years ago. Anwar sometimes stopped by and with himself he brought different bakery items and juices, as he knew that Ali was sort of a man who would not eat for days if he had to go out in order to get the food.
His parents left him some property and bank balance, sufficient to live his entire life the way he was. Ali had no ambitions in life, he did not want to become a husband or a dad or a boyfriend. He just did not wanted to be anything, he already was what he could have been. He believed that God has made the human being as he is, a funny man is funny because god made him funny if he wasn’t born with a good sense of humor there was no way that he could have been funny, it wasn’t man’s will he believed. Man is born with a programming, yes man can choose between red and green, fat and slim, coffee and tea, but what he cannot choose is his destiny, his own mind, his own life.
He finished his egg and went back to his room, oh shit! Where the fuck did the fucking cigarette pack go? So he searched his room but useless. FUCK! He could have made it without smoking but it was the long, dark, lonely night waiting for him and wanting him to stay with her as everybody else turned their backs on her, defied her, and slept, as they only wished to see the sunlight and day.
He put his warm clothes on and set out for the only shop open at this time in the night. He found his way through the fog that clung over the streets, the tropical forests nearby and the hills from Himalaya’s family made the city look more sombre.
As he walked passed the streets he was aware of any danger that might linger around, it could be a thief, a burglar, or a murderer who might just be looking for a prey. The stick that he had picked up from the pile of woods was good enough to kill anything if hit on the right spot with right amount of force.
OH SHIT! He saw two stray dogs in the corner of the streets and he knew that there were more, as they moved in a form of flock, and in the night they owned the city, Dogs saw him too, and they charged towards him with anger. Their barking sound attracted more and within a minute he was surrounded by four dogs, in the happening of that moment, he yelled back at the dogs, warning them to back off, as he was a human and capable of beating the shit out of those four stray dogs with the wooden rod he now firmly held in his hands. Dogs did not come any near to him and stayed at their domains, barking, it was that moment when he figured out the lights of a car which just stopped.
The car honked and Ali slowly moved towards it, making the rod visible to the dogs, he managed to walk to the car.
Get In!
Ahhh, Thanks for stopping man, or else I would have been stuck their standing all night.
Where you heading to? The bald, fair and short guy who was driving a black Honda civic, asked Ali with a smile that suggested he refrained himself from bursting into a laughter.
Ali knew why that fagg wanted to laugh, well I am heading to the shop at the gas station, that’s the only place where you can buy cigarettes at this hour in the night I guess.
Oh! Too bad I don’t smoke, otherwise I would have offered you a ciggy, as I can see you are craving for it. He said with a bitchy face expression which Ali didn’t like at all.
The bald guy must have been in his early 40’s, and by the look of his composure and appearance, he seemed to be a rich, satisfied with their fake little black berry life, but what on earth that bald cunt was doing? Driving alone in the fog, when everybody else slept in the midst of their respective available comforts.
Ali’s mind filled with all sort of crazy thoughts, which was his favorite activity, to think, to imagine, create a world of his own imagination and live in it. The fake reality of this world and life did not interest him anymore, he had no interest in religion, though he sometimes ended his brain storming venture, convinced that there was a god who was in command, but then he would lit up a ciggy and gaze into the far stretched valleys and fields of his imagination.
Here! The shop.
Thanks man, I really appreciate you for the courage to help a stranger.
Its okay! Said the bitchy bald with a grin on his round double chinned face.
Okay Good Bye! Bye! Look after yourself.
Ali was greeted with a familiar smile but no words by the shopkeeper, as he knew Ali comes at least once in a week to buy the grocery items.
He lit up the cigarette, in the cab he hired at the station, took a deep drag, and did what he liked the best, he thought and thought and thought until it was time to pay the cab guy who insisted to charge more due to the fog and night.
He liked his apartment, he felt if the apartment and its walls somehow depicted him, somehow they knew Ali deep inside. He took his clothes off leaving himself in the pyjamas he wore for more than a week now. they stunk bad with a mix aroma of urine and dry semen. He stood by the window and looked at the fog, he needed a pistol or any kind of a weapon, as the society got violent with every passing minute. It was then when he saw the same Honda moving slowly and passing by the road beneath.
What on earth is this guy upto? He thought. Maybe he had a fight with his wife, may be he didn’t have a wife, maybe he was just a normal guy enjoying the foggy weather. Whatever it was, it somehow did not feel right with all those bitchy face expressions and gestures, with all that boldness to pick up a stranger.
Wait! May be this guy followed me here. But why would he? I am old enough to be sexually aroused and fucked in the butt.
Ali bore a decent personality, he was not very attractive, with his dark complexion and bony structure he was useless for a homo freak. The car came again, but this time it stopped. Ali couldn’t see what was going on in the car, all he could see was the rear round-shaped red break lights of Honda, and heavy smoke generated by the engine and exhaled by the dual exhaust.
Lights of the car went off. FUCK…Ye kia bhanchodi hy? Thought Ali as he was sure that the care didn’t move but that faggot switched off the lights on purpose. Maybe he has a lover who lived in this bulding and this guy wanted to feel the warmth and comfort of the female vulva in this cold, and foggy weather.
Due to fog Ali couldn’t see what was happening, all he could do was think in his head and smoke and think again. To his bewilderment he heard the sound of footsteps outside the rusty door of his apartment. Okay the motherfucker followed me here. Thought Ali. But how could he possibly do that? If he wanted to kill me he could have when I was in his car, sitting right beside that Ugly Bitch.
The footsteps went away and passed his apartment on the 2nd floor of the building, he walked past his apartment and moved on in the sombre, dark and smelly corridors of that building. Ali was a guy who wouldn’t give a fuck to anything what so ever. As he had a life of his own, but now he was curious about this guy, as he might pose a threat to his own self.
Being sure that the man moved on to the next floor, Ali slowly opened the door and set out of the apartment to find out what this guy was upto? He went where the footstep sound went, walking slowly without any sound, after years of living in the building he was aware of the structure and building itself.
He listened carefully as he walked past the doors searching for anything at all, and there it was. On the 5th apartment in the left row he saw the light coming out from beneath the door. He stopped there, his heart beat raced as he was doing something he would never do. All he could hear was the sound of a thump after every 5 to 6 seconds. And then the sound stopped, Ali lit a cigarette, it must have been 4’oclock in the morning by now. Now he could hear two men talking and laughing.
Okay so everything is normal, he has a friend who lives here and both guys are having fun. What a cunt I am, thought Ali as he walked back towards his apartment. Instead of his apartment he walked out of the building and stopped by his car, MB 122, said the number plate, he looked inside, it looked the same, Except for the red spots on the back seat.
Fucking Hell, he was carrying a corpse all along and I didn’t notice, shit, or maybe it was his dog who bled, or maybe he killed a 12 years old boy or girl after raping her, I have to find out now.
Ali didn’t have a cell phone, and even if he had one, he would have never called the police. He went to his apartment, opened the window and onto the terrace, the other apartment was right next to the one exactly above Ali’s.
Ali knew the building well, taking the advantage of joined terraces he made his way to the window of the bald guy’s apartment. Windows were all foggy and he couldn’t look inside so he wiped the fog off the window with his palm.
He knew that he had to be careful as he was pumping his nose into somebody else’s business and it could turn out to be a dangerous business indeed. He missed a heartbeat, his respiration went heavier and he felt like he will collapse because of what he saw inside the apartment.
Five men, all belonged to almost the same age category, sat in a circle, with bowls filled with red blood like liquid. Ali felt a tornado of cold wind inside his stomach and he stopped himself from puking by putting his hand on his mouth .
The bloody ritual went on, five guys then placed the empty bowl in the center forming a star like sign, one of them, who wore an expensive suit, and was well dressed even this time in night stood up and left the circle, rest of the men stayed as they were. Moments later the guy came back with a disposable box in his hands, he calmly sat down and the opened the box. He ate from the box and gave it to the next person, this practice continued until the human brains in the box was finished.
Ali did not want to interfere with the rituals of hannibals, as being eaten up by some sophisticated mind freaks was the last thing he ever wanted to happen. He slowly went back to his apartment, went to the washroom and puked, he kept sitting on the wet, dirty floor of his washroom.