It has been two hours that I have been sitting in a coffee shop thinking for a plot for my dream story and drinking cups of coffee. But the idea is simply not coming . It is tough to be an writer .
Since I have decided to be an writer and make fame and money it is a compulsory thing to be creative. Finding a plot is a big task. I have been trying to find a plot for my debut movie but in spite of 3 months of breaking my mind, I am yet to make up an original plot.
Suddenly my mobile rings, the caller is my wife.
“Where are you?’’ she asks.
“I am just relaxing out at a coffee zone in ECR. I’ll be here for some time.”
“Don’t take much time. Please be in time for lunch at 1 p.m.” she abruptly ends the call.
I work as a bank agent in SBI. Since the thought of becoming an writer has entered my head I have been looking to find the perfect plot. The coffee shop is half empty. It is 11 a.m. on a Sunday morning . I glance around at the people while having my coffee. A young couple is sitting in a corner table. An old man in his sixties is reading a newspaper alone in a table. A family of three is sitting in a centre table. The child is crying. His mother is trying to stop the boy crying.
Half an hour passes. The cafe is almost full now. Suddenly a young woman enters the cafe. She is wearing grey trousers and black top with a blue scarf wrapped around her head. She looks around for any empty table. There is none. She looks at my table. The opposite chair in my table is empty. She comes straight towards my table.
“May I join you?’’ she asks.
I am amazed, I realize that this is the only table that is half vacant. I just allowed her.
I notice she had a black bag hanging on her shoulders. She keeps the bag away from her.
She looks at me and says “Thanks for the seat. I hope I am not disturbing you.”
“No it is okay. I am sitting alone; it is nice to have a company.” I reply.
She orders for a apple shake . Then she gets busy looking at her messages in her mobile.
I am thinking of starting a conversation with the lady.
“This place is good. I often visit this cafe.” I start to talk with her.
She does not reply.
“I am an bank agent”. I wanted to continue the conversation.
“What about you?” I continue.
“My name is Priyanka “.I organize events. “she replies. She looks disturbed.
“You look troubled,is everything okay?” I asked. ” Just flush out your thoughts”, I continued.
“She remains quite for a minute then she answers ” Yes I am a bit disturbed. But I do not want to trouble you. You are a stranger.”
“You can believe me” I try to be charming.
She had a immediate reply ” How do I”.
“The reason is that coz I have heard Beleiver a lot of times.
She laughs at me as if I had cracked a joke. I was serious about it. I never spoke of it as she started a conversation.
“Well I have a friend who wants to kill her husband. She wants me to be a part of her plan.” She replies.
” Want to crack a joke.” I reply.
“It is not a joke. “ She replies.
I may get some interesting plot for my story from this situation I think. I want to know her story.
“You can share with me if you want.”
“My friend that I mentioned is my best friend, we studied in the same school in Kolkata. Her husband is rude, she wants to get rid of him and has plans to kill him. I have tried to stop her but she is not willing to listen.”
“Why cannot your friend leave her husband and run away. “ I asked.
“She has tried a few times but he chases her and finds her always and brings her home. This time she wants to get rid of him fully so that he cannot find her again.”
How can I help her in this situation? But a plot for my story is coming to my mind. So I am interested to know what happens after? How does her friend attempt to kill her husband? Does she kill?
I want to hear the full story. My phone is ringing again. My wife called. I will have to leave now as it is getting late.
“I am guilty that I cannot help you in this matter. But please let me know what happens next if ever we meet again.” I get up from the table.
“Oh I forgot to ask you your name.” she asks. I do not know why I shared my thoughts with you.”
I should not say my original name to her, I think, I do not want to get into any trouble “Well my name is…forget it,that does not matters a lot. I will have to leave. Bye”
I ask for the bill and pay and get into my car. Driving home to Palavakkam from Adayar. I am thinking what if the lady is speaking the truth. What happens next? Anyway it is too late now. I will have to reach home now. I have promised to take my wife out for dinner tonight. It has been a long time that we had gone out together.
But anyways I have got the plot of my story, I think. My story will say of how a woman kills her husband. The suspense and the drama will make it a huge success, I think.
I reach home within half an hour. I drive my car in the parking lot of my area. Reaching my house I rang the calling bell. My wife opens the door.
“You are late.” She complains. “I have cooked your favourite dish for lunch today.”
It is fried rice and chicken gravy for lunch. That is my favourite dish and my wife cooks them really well.
“Thanks, I will be ready.” I said.
After freshening I came to the dining table.
“So have you got your plot?” she asks.
“Well, I have got an idea, it will be a thriller. I will let you know once I finish it.” I am scared from sharing the conversation with the lady in the coffee shop.
After half an hour I am sitting on the dining table. She brings the chicken and fried rice to the table. There is only one plate for me. Normally my wife has lunch with me.
“Where is your plate?” I asked.
“First taste some chicken and fried rice to check whether the salt is adequate and let me know how it is. Then I will join you”. She replies.
I take some fried rice and 2 pieces of chicken legs and tastes them. “Awesome.” I reply.
After two huge spoons of fried rice I continue my lunch.
“Today after you finish your lunch, I will start my lunch. “ My wife says.
I continue my lunch. I am thinking whether it is any fasting today. No, then why she is not having her lunch with me, I try to think.
When I have almost finished my lunch suddenly I start feeling dizziness in my head. My head is spinning as if I had came out of a coaster, I had to vomit, as if something is stuck in my throat. I drink a glass of water, but I start feeling more dizzy.
“I am not feeling okay, my head is rotating. I think may be I had a heart attack.
“Please call the doctor”
My wife is standing still without any movements. Suddenly a smile comes on her face. I try to reach for my mobile but cannot find it.
“ Call a doctor pls. where is my mobile?” I ask.
“Is the lunch tasty? Have you enjoyed your lunch“ She asks still smiling.
What was in lunch today I try to think. Did the lunch have something to do with my sudden condition?
“ What was about the lunch today? Why have you hidden my mobile?” I asked her again.
“Because my dear you had poison in your lunch today in your chicken gravy. That is the only way to get rid of you”. She replies.
My wife has poisoned me. Suddenly I remember the lady in the cafe. The friend she was referring is my wife. She is also from Kolkata. It is my wife who wants to kill me. I wish that I should have heard details from her. May be I could have got some clues.
The whole story comes in front of my eyes. That my had shared her thoughts with her best friend. Her friend had accidentally met me in the coffee shop. I had got a chance to get to know the plan. But I did not hear. My eyes begin to close; it is getting very difficult for me to keep my eyes open. I collapse and faint while my wife keeps looking. Slowly my breathing is stopping and I am getting unconscious. I realize I am dying.
While passing out flashbacks comes to my mind. I was looking for a plot, a perfect plot, a master piece that would make me a author. I got the plot but I did not realize that the dying character of my story will be myself, that I will live the life of the character of my story.
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