Palpable

The day had come. Not that I had chosen this particular day for any definitive reason. It just looked the most appropriate date to fix in my schedule, which recently transformed into a very hectic one. It mostly does when one has to plan a foolproof plan to see the respected spouse die in understandable and very obvious accidental circumstances.

Yes, if the above stated is not that self-explanatory, then I'll repeat myself, today was the day I was supposed to assassinate my spouse.

I inhaled till my chest couldn't accept any more air in it. It was like one of those breaths you take in Yoga classes. The weather was acutely cold and impinged on me, but somehow, I never minded it. I'll say I always believed that a cold weather initiates a cold-hearted murder. For no particular reason, planning this murder had reinforced the lost poet in me.

It all started one fine day, when everything was going on fine and in its regular routine. The fineness of the day suddenly faded away when I reached back home at an awkward time to collect the Digital Diary I had forgotten. The reaction of every individual is different when he accidentally and surprisingly views the spouse enjoying an active intercourse with a family friend. As for me, I just stood there with my jaw wide open. I don't want to be pompous, but I' m one of those people who keeps quiet in crunch situations and extraordinary circumstances. Watching my beloved jump around on the bed in my absence had pushed the urge of murder into me. At that moment, I just walked away ever so softly, occupied with thoughts on how to arrange an assassination.

Everything was planned in such a manner that it took me around two weeks to get to where I am today. Watching those movies, in which we find the ever-so-clever husband shooting his wife with her pistol or poisoning her daily cup of tea, always brought an ironical smile on my face. I always consider that "ironical" is just a good way of saying "it's bad". That is just the reason why I find this murder of mine to be "ironical". Talking about the same movies, the husband knows the exact time, including the minutes and the second, of when his wife's going to leave for a burger. Well, if this kind of information is possessed by the husband, then getting to know about which fast food joint his wife would be going to for the burger would be elementary. He then hides himself in the lady's washroom of the same fast food joint and wears a mask that would probably make him choke to death. I mean, how on earth does he respire through that mask of his. Anyway, everything else in the movie is quite predictable afterwards. The wife comes in and the husband takes out his gun and shoots two rounds in her forehead. Surprisingly, the husband is not even remotely a suspect, unless and until the ever-so-intelligent small-time cop finds a very obvious clue and then imprisons the husband on the charge of murder in the first degree. I mean, how dumb can people be?

Not all the movies, but a lot of them are just the same as the one I mentioned above. There is an exception though, namely "A Perfect Murder". The characterization of Michael Douglas in the movie had inspired me a lot. I've not yet seen the original Hitchcock version of the same movie, though I'm still on the hunt for the DVD.