It was mid noon. With Moravia’s ‘Voyeur’ in hand, he sunk into the couch, switched on the DVD player to watch Hitchcock’s ‘Rear Window’.
Munch’s ‘Scream’ looked at him from the wall, from right next to the portrait of Che.
Cigarette stubs, a used condom, half opened books, unwashed clothes- that was the floor like. Anachronism unlimited- he was that.
He wanted his right leg to be in PoP cast.
Then he performed his black and white death in that couch.
Police version was different. They said, they found him in the bath. And the movie ‘Psycho’ was still on when they broke open the door.
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