Something about a dreadful possibility
|“Where are you going, Monty?” I asked, concerned.
“I want to see my farm for the last time, Tod. I want to feel the soil from up close,” said he. He proceeded towards the door of the chamber and covered his face with a towel. Then, just before opening the door, he stopped, turned towards me and asked, smiling, “What is your plan, Tod? You can’t live in this airtight chamber, for the rest of your life. You know that you too want to do it. Isn’t it?”
“But there is still hope, Monty. I know somebody is going to save us. The troops will be here any minute, I promise. We will survive I know, we have to just bide our time and -” but before I could finish my sentence, Monty shut the door of the chamber behind him. I ran behind him, but stopped just before the chamber’s door. I still did not have courage to open it and go out and I hated myself for it. Instead, I went to the nearby window and gazed outside.
I could see Monty, some 10 foot away, coughing badly. Then, he wiped the blood, nonchalantly, with the towel wrapped around his face. I cringed a bit. He stooped and touched the cracked land beneath his hands. I could not see his face, but I knew he was crying. This was his farm, in which lush green sheets of crops had danced for years. In fact, just three days back, he had showed it to me, proudly, and proclaimed that it was going to be the best harvest of years. He, like most of us, hoped for a better future, but little did we know, that soon, the word “future” itself would be a joke; the only reality would be the poison filled atmosphere, which was a result of chemical weapons attack on our country.
I could see the blood coming down his nostrils, now. He held his head, and then lay down on the cracked earth, our mother earth. Lying, he looked towards the little patch of greenery on his right. He stretched his right hand to touch it but couldn’t. He tried again, and somehow, managed to caress it and had a contented smile on his face. Soon, his hand lay still, much like his eyes. I wept for some minutes, and looked at his face. Something changed within me.
I moved towards the door, and then slowly, turned the knob and moved out of my chamber. I wanted to smile too, for the one last time.