The Trinity
“This wretched rain is never going to stop!” I thought to myself, as I lay sleepless on my bed listening to the heavy patter of rain upon the window panes. There loomed in the atmosphere something quite uncanny which made my mind uneasy and preventing me a sleep. This monsoon has been getting on my nerves, driving me into delirium. The rain, they say quenches the thirst of the earth, but it has sucked the life out of me. Why? Because it has rendered me incapable of going out. It has been raining heavily since the last three days, making people cave-in into their cosy homes. I got up from my bed and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 3 o’clock in the morning. “Well, nothing more can be done” I thought, and went towards the window and sat nearby. The rain had blurred the window and making it hazy, has in a way drawn a curtain between the inner world and the outer. I tried to make sense through this haziness as I looked across the streets. There hung a monotonous gloom and silence around me as I viewed the deserted scene outside. Suddenly, the light of the street lamp flickered and then my eyes caught the sight of a hideously monstrous creature. It was an enormous black stray dog, but not one I have ever laid eyes upon. Its eyes blazed like a burning coal, its canine teeth protruding out of its muzzle. Never in the sanity of my mind had I witnessed a more mortiferous spectacle than the one which lay in front of me, gnarling and panting under the faint glimmering light. As it stood below the lamp, it suddenly grinned and turned around. A young rag-boy was making his way up the path, unaware of what lay ahead. In no time, the fiend with long bounds was leaping down the path, following hard upon the footsteps of the boy. So paralyzed was he by the apparition that he froze upon the very scene. By the time he recovered his nerves it was too late, the fiend was upon him. I saw the beast spring upon its victim, hurl him to the ground, and worry at his throat. In a matter of moments a stream of blood trickled down the pavement merging itself with the clear rain water. The boy put up a helpless struggle as he tried to fight away the beast, but in the end his movements ceased and his body lay lifeless upon the very spot. As if victorious after a quest, the fiend raised its head and gave a sly grin and was about to go off, when all at once it glared right across the streets through the window towards me. Just as a murderer has the looks of malevolence when he knows that his crime has been detected, in the same way I saw him grin at me. His eyes had the fiery flame of wrath which sent a chill of fear in my spine and I trembled at its sight. I moved away from the window and came back to my bed, and sat thinking about the event that took place. I laid down in bed, hoping this was all part of my delirium or a dream, but as I closed my eyes I fell into a deep slumber...