Mosquito
Yesterday, I found a mosquito in my room. It was resting very peacefully in a corner. My alarming presence did not bother it at all. That surprised me. Why? Does it know that I am horrible in hitting targets? Was it mocking me? Was it challenging me? Was it trying to humiliate me?
No, I am just overthinking. After all, how can a mosquito think all that? Its brain functionality is quite limited. Poor creature! But, considering the possibility that it could disturb me through the whole night, I took the cruel decision, again. I have to kill it.
And I cannot miss. So, I made my stealth movements. I slowly approached it. Since it was at a corner, I could not use my entire palm to kill it. So, I decided to kill it with a powerful knock by the index finger. I have killed one like that before. Experience, you see, is an asset, even in the smallest of circumstances.
It had not flown away yet. I readied my hand for the mission. THUD! No! My finger seemed miles away from it. I missed! But it surprised me. The mosquito did not even flinch. Was it deaf? My mom heard it from the floor below. It could at least, feel the vibration. Maybe, it was so lazy. If I was a mosquito, we would have been great friends.
Suddenly, I realised that I was wasting time. I should hit it again. Thud! It was not so loud this time. I could not use my full potential. When my finger sensed its body, it pulled back a little. But it still did not move. The blow was not at all enough to kill it. What happened?
Then, I came across a satisfying conclusion. It was already dead. But, it had no marks of strain, signs of violence, nothing. Sherlock rose up in me. How did it die? Who killed it? When, why, for what reason, where? No, the last one was stupid. Of course, it died right here. Wait, what if the body was taken here?
I then realised I was being stupid. Why would I even care? It's a mosquito. I do not even know it. That was when I came across the simple answer, that was lying right in front of me the whole time. It died naturally. They also have a life. At one point, they too have to leave the earth. It was simple, but it fascinated me. Life is beautiful!
Or, somebody actually killed it. I thought, alone on the top floor. Wait, am I?