a bath (microfiction)

10.10.2025

B. – My friend told me that a man who she knew asked her out. She said no. The next week he was dead. He ended everything.

A. – It is sad and stupid. There are other women

B. – Are there though? Do other women exist apart from the ones you love?

A. – Do you want to die like this poor fellow with such thoughts?

B. – Why not? It would end the pain.

A. – You told me that in your culture, death by your own hand is regarded as cowardice.

B. – You asked me if I wanted to die. Not if I was going to do it. Courage is to live. In pain. In a heartless world.

A. – You are courageous?

B. – One woman felled this fellow. I had three that I loved in a row that said no. More before that. I am talking about recent events. I live. I cling to life. Is that the courage you ask for? I could not live without her. I did it.

A. – Did you love them? Did you love like Romeo? He gave his life for Juliet

B. – He forgot his duty to his family. And in any case, she loved him back. There is no Juliet for this Romeo. Courage is when you are all alone and you are still The Tiger. Courage is when your body and your soul screams with pain but you go on like The Tiger. Courage is when the whole world is against you and you fight the whole world for nothing. Like The Tiger. You want to be schooled in courage? On the street, eight come but Tiger fights them all. Do you think you can doubt Tiger for courage?

A. – It is your word.

B. – I am known for my word. For my honesty and integrity.

A. – You are not brave to live. You do not seriously want to die.

B. – Less than an hour ago, I was sitting in a dive. Thinking about being in a warm bath. With slit wrists. I was enjoying being in that bath and dying. The red mist circling around me. Slipping out of…

A. – Stop it.

B. – In the film Gadar, the hero has no one. Except for the one he loves. And she is of a different tribe. In reality, upon which the film is based, he commits suicide. In the film, he wins her. He wins. That is the boast of Punjab. All against a world of hate, he wins. He has love. I am the boast of Punjab. I am the dream of the people. I am the courage that lasts in the desert of reality. They are making movies and singing songs about my courage. Which you question.

A. – You are a funny fellow. With a big ego. Maybe you deserve to be alone? Have you thought of that?

B. – Possibly. Possibly everybody ‘deserves’ to have someone except for me. It wouldn’t surprise me with the fairness of this life.

A. – There. That’s why no one likes you let alone loves you. You are difficult and disturbing.

B. – They live. I am not living. The dead are walking amongst the living. Without dying.

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