Delusion

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Lying on his hospital bed, Sakharam noticed the creamy white object on metal shelf. It was wrapped in a transparent cellophane sheet, above his head. First image that came to Sakharam’s mind was that of a brick of white chocolate. His father would bring him when he came home for holidays. He ordered Dayaram, his son,

Give me a piece of this white chocolate.”

Baapu you cannot eat chocolate, “ Daya tried to reason, “You are on strict diet fixed by your doctor.”

Sakharam was admitted in hospital for advanced liver complication. All his life he tormented his family and tortured his body with his wayward lifestyle. His body was now dysfunctional, but mind was still like that of a stubborn kid. Sakharam knew how to manipulate to get what he wanted,

I know you don’t want me to be happy. You never bring anything for me to eat. Now I found something, you don’t want to give it to me.

Dayaram left hospital ward confused. Baapu’s request against doctors order. Whom to follow?

Sakharam died that night. Doctor said uncontrolled craving and a sense of delusion due to altered blood chemistry. Sakharam was chewing cellophane wrapped plasticine.

Word count : 197

This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction August 12, 2018, for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading!

Picture Credit: Fandango

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  1. Alcoholics call it “AV” or the “alcoholic voice.” It’s that part of their minds trying to convince them that it’s okay to take one more drink. Being able to objectify the AV makes it easier to resist, as if it belongs to someone else.

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