The window is closed and yet the leaves are shivering. Must be the gust of chilled air coming from that vent, which is also turning the pages of “ Seto Bagh” real fast. I check the syringe and the medication and it looks up to the level. If you ask me, it is really easy to kill people. No sweat, at least when it is somebody you don’t know. You simply grab their left hand, find the nerve and pull the needle in. They can’t resist, as they are semi-dead already. That’s why I kill them, euthanasia, you know.

But tonight it is different. I am feeling like a refrigerated peace-of-water inside. The rays of light coming out of the 60Watts, feel like x-rays piercing a conscience mind.
It appears brighter than before, going to expose my deed. I have managed to stop my hands from trembling but the blood tide inside appears to have been affected by the full moon tonight.

My nursing home has seen 14 deaths so far. 12 of which were intentional. No, my patients don’t ask me to kill them. I make the decision based on their conditions. To be safe from the legal hassles I cover up the process. You see, that’s why I have chosen the pillow murder now a days. My 11th victim, well customer, had to go through autopsy and they did find the drug injected. We were able to wrap up the incident quickly, thanks to our legal department. It is a little cumbersome but worth it, you just have to hold the pillow above the patient’s face, put your knees over both of the patient’s legs and squeeze the pillow as hard as possible. You can see eyes popping out if you don’t cover the face completely, so make sure about that. With injections, it is pretty easy, obviously.

The 'seto bagh' is still flipping, my aunt Timila read it 9 times and still likes it. She laughs every time she goes to the Fistey Raja part. Who is aunt Timila? Well she is my aunt, a close relative to Anush. Despite her disapproval of our marriage (she thinks Anush and I are related because of her), I still love her. I gave her a rare “mayur pankh” bookmark, I bought from Rajasthan, in her last birthday which she kept on the Seto Bagh. I don’t see that bookmark in this 'Seto Bagh', so the patient who just checked in tonight can’t be aunt Timila. Siya, my assistant told me that this patient had a rare and terminal desease. But she did smile while leaving for the day, don’t know why.

Okay, I have to start my process now, have to concentrate. I make sure that the pillow cover is dry cleaned before it is 'used.' I do hope that Siya has turned the patient room’s lights off. You see, I don’t want to get attached with innocent face of my patients, on an euthanasia mission. Let me open the door silently, they shouldn’t be disturbed. The old bitch is sleeping soundly it seems. Almost the same heights and posture as my aunt Timila. Look how sound she is sleeping, poor lady. That periodic uprising of her belly is little annoying. Glad to put a rest to it now. The light, even though, is dim enough to shade her face, I should be able place the pillow correctly.

Now, I am stratring to tremble. It didn’t happen before, I was always able to control myself. My hands are shaking like I am driving a shift-stick in higher gear. My pillows are my wheels now, I am being dragged towards the old bitch's head. Anush, why am I remembering you now? Anush, no one can part you from me, but please leave for a while from my thoughts. I need to concentrate. Okay, I am about a foot away from the old lady's face. Let me stay next to her, it should be easier that way. Oh it is so warm here, why her feet are like my aunt's too. No she can’t be her, the 'Seto Bagh' has new covers on it and I didn’t see the book mark I gave her. Besides, Siya would inform me that it is my aunt.

Give me courage, oh God. It is afterall, for the old lady's sake. I want to rid her from all the pains she has infected upon herself (or others???). She has to go. I slowly extend my arms now. Look at those eyes, it is so clear now. I shouldn’t be looking at them, here I go. The old bitch realized so quickly, she is trying to free herself !! May be she wasn’t sleeping after all, just pretending to. But your time has come lady&you have to go. The wind gust has opened up the windows and the old lady is shaking really hard now. Look there!!! The mayur-pankh I gave to aunt Timila, the wind has blown it inside this room. I am sorry aunt, you have to go.

The work is done. Aunt Timmy will be finally parted with her 'Seto Bagh.' Suddenly I hear the telephone ringing. "I am not available, please leave a message. Beep" "Hey Simmy, it’s me Anush. You probably have already met aunt Timila&well she wanted to surprise you and checked in as a patient. She must have already told you that she has agreed to our marriage and is there to give you heartful of blessings. I will check you out later."

The seto bagh is still being flipped mercilessly. I think it has reached the part where JangaBahadur sees the seto bagh.

THE END