Up there on the 15th floor, there is a caramine door.
It is a strange kind of door, those with a strange keyhole.
I once lost my way reading a scroll and landed up on that floor.
Was I supposed to look? The jury is still out on whether I should have.
That was an uncanny time of my life. Half of my day spent brooding and other half wanking , tossing and chanting. It was only natural that out of curiosity i peeped through the keyhole.
I think I had seen that girl before. Laila.
I think her name was Laila. I had seen her smoking weed and gulping vodka on the terrace. Her eyes depicted a Gothic image. Her dress would always print an impression on my mind. She was the perfect kinda girl your mom warns you about.
When I peeped in, I think my stars were right on the place. She wore the shortest dress she had. Or was she undressing?
My pupil got bigger. It was a bit dark there, those supple soft hands were a sight to explore.
All my life’s painful work had led me up to this moment. A kinky culmination through the keyhole .
I gasped , and it flew.
Though it was only in that particular moment of ecstasy and clarity that I saw the butcher’s knife and a plastic in her hand.
She was dragging someone by the hair , through the living room. A Corpse maybe… She was toppling over glass vases and bumping into chairs.
It was only the moment of my greatest triumph that she bought down the knife and I let out a sigh.
She heard me , even looked me in the eye and smiled. Not an ordinary one , but a cocky smirk.
The dripping blood, the pouring DNA was a credible clue that an evil had happened , little I knew I was gonna pay for it.
As I stood transfixed at the door , she threw the plastic on the floor.
She took the knife, tore her shorts. Removed her top, smacked it in her mouth
Her smirk changed into a death stare.
Kajal of her eyes fells to her cheeks, and before I knew what was happening, she stormed out of the door, leaving me with a gasp, she yelled MURDER
It’s been 20 years in this cell.
I am still trying to convince the court about what I saw.
But the police couldn’t find that KEYHOLE through the door of the 15th floor.