Matilda

Meerut Jail September 7, 2014 I lie in this dingy high security barrack watching the sunlight creeping out of the small window on the top right corner. Every ray of hope seems to deflect and making a point not to touch me. I hear the jail officials talking about getting a brand new rope for my execution. The execution chamber is being cleaned after 4 decades. Knowing the proximity of your death is more frightening that not knowing the time of death. Trying to prepare myself, I am haunted by the ghosts of the children and girls I killed. Yes I know I turned Nithari into a hamlet of horrors. Yes, I know I mercilessly raped and murdered young girls. Can I have a wand to erase my past? It's way too late now.    Traumatised by the thought of impending death, I cant but come to terms with the crimes I have committed. Enmeshed in the vicious trap of cannibalism, I had felt kafkaesque. Fearlessly ignoring my moral sense, I didn’t mend my ways. The act of assaulting and killing