A Journey
A Journey
5:45 am.
The journey started. I was all alone. I had no wings attached to my limbs but it felt like being in the air, amidst the clouds, over the rooftops and under the bluish top.
The height had been advancing proportionally but inversely to my weight. I could feel myself lighter as I proceeded upwards.
Suddenly the chirping of birds stopped. I was onto the height after which birds stop flying. After some time, even the sounds of the aircrafts started being felt a long time back. It was all bluish on my top and ofcourse whitish on all my 2D aspects.
I was still unaware of the thrust that was leading me to fly. It felt anticlimatic. There was too much of a suspense going on.
And then suddenly, I felt I was welcomed by beautiful fairies, the one you hear of in beautiful fairytales and see in movies. There was one entrance too, where unlike the ordinary, the place you gonna enter was not written. I believe they welcomed me grand they could, by pouring water sprinkles to the ground as they revolved around me, making a circle. But they didnot put a Tika on my forehead, as I had expected after all the obvious service I was getting.
Onto the area of utmost beauty then. Fairies dressed entirely in gold. Crowns on the head. All those bangles and necklaces and rings and pearls. Plain fair in complexion. Just of the perfect type you would imagine when someone would say 'Richly beautiful and beautifully Rich'.
And males. Males of completely out of fashionable category. Role models. Attracting enough for every males who could perhaps never be like them. Golden yellow from head to toes. Crown on the head. Rings on all 5 fingers. Shoes kinda curling upwards from the toes. And a heavy scarf like cloth swinging with its fulcrum on the left hand; kind of a scene people make while returning after a bath from their bathrooms.
Seemingly a vision of how a palace looks like, with all those circular and cylindrical pillars somewhere scattered. All the people giving impressions of typical kings and queens. Ceilings not visible. There was a guess they would be golden too, had they existed.
I was asked to walk straight to my right. A giant organism stranded to pry on me. Dressed in black. Long and wide moustaches which he always tried improvising. A big hammer like golden stuff in his left hand with a swollen end, kind of stuff gods often use to fight. Long conical black hat. Giving the wryest of laughs. Seemed like a devil.
He started asking me questions like How many wrong doings had I done till date to which I had no answers.
I understood I was in the Purgatory.
I was dead. I got my answer why could I fly with such an ease.
My answers were convincing enough for our Yamaraj of mythical stories who then made sure I got the punishment to be fried in hot oil, as the food for the fairies and those kingly males and those fishes in the aquarium and the sharks in the ocean. I was about to be shared.
My legs had been tied and I was made upside down, ready to be sipped inside the humongous frying pan, the scene like that of a bulldozer working.
"Aaah", I shouted. My mom rushed to my room. I was all in sweat with my blanket all wet. Breathing short. Huffing and puffing. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Mom gently caressed my hair and asked me sleep.
She knew my Thanatophobia was the case again. It was a recurring dream which she had already found out. I just waited unable of having a sleep, waiting my turn to be in the patients' queue to see the doctor the following morning.
5:45 am.
The journey started. I was all alone. I had no wings attached to my limbs but it felt like being in the air, amidst the clouds, over the rooftops and under the bluish top.
The height had been advancing proportionally but inversely to my weight. I could feel myself lighter as I proceeded upwards.
Suddenly the chirping of birds stopped. I was onto the height after which birds stop flying. After some time, even the sounds of the aircrafts started being felt a long time back. It was all bluish on my top and ofcourse whitish on all my 2D aspects.
I was still unaware of the thrust that was leading me to fly. It felt anticlimatic. There was too much of a suspense going on.
And then suddenly, I felt I was welcomed by beautiful fairies, the one you hear of in beautiful fairytales and see in movies. There was one entrance too, where unlike the ordinary, the place you gonna enter was not written. I believe they welcomed me grand they could, by pouring water sprinkles to the ground as they revolved around me, making a circle. But they didnot put a Tika on my forehead, as I had expected after all the obvious service I was getting.
Onto the area of utmost beauty then. Fairies dressed entirely in gold. Crowns on the head. All those bangles and necklaces and rings and pearls. Plain fair in complexion. Just of the perfect type you would imagine when someone would say 'Richly beautiful and beautifully Rich'.
And males. Males of completely out of fashionable category. Role models. Attracting enough for every males who could perhaps never be like them. Golden yellow from head to toes. Crown on the head. Rings on all 5 fingers. Shoes kinda curling upwards from the toes. And a heavy scarf like cloth swinging with its fulcrum on the left hand; kind of a scene people make while returning after a bath from their bathrooms.
Seemingly a vision of how a palace looks like, with all those circular and cylindrical pillars somewhere scattered. All the people giving impressions of typical kings and queens. Ceilings not visible. There was a guess they would be golden too, had they existed.
I was asked to walk straight to my right. A giant organism stranded to pry on me. Dressed in black. Long and wide moustaches which he always tried improvising. A big hammer like golden stuff in his left hand with a swollen end, kind of stuff gods often use to fight. Long conical black hat. Giving the wryest of laughs. Seemed like a devil.
He started asking me questions like How many wrong doings had I done till date to which I had no answers.
I understood I was in the Purgatory.
I was dead. I got my answer why could I fly with such an ease.
My answers were convincing enough for our Yamaraj of mythical stories who then made sure I got the punishment to be fried in hot oil, as the food for the fairies and those kingly males and those fishes in the aquarium and the sharks in the ocean. I was about to be shared.
My legs had been tied and I was made upside down, ready to be sipped inside the humongous frying pan, the scene like that of a bulldozer working.
"Aaah", I shouted. My mom rushed to my room. I was all in sweat with my blanket all wet. Breathing short. Huffing and puffing. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Mom gently caressed my hair and asked me sleep.
She knew my Thanatophobia was the case again. It was a recurring dream which she had already found out. I just waited unable of having a sleep, waiting my turn to be in the patients' queue to see the doctor the following morning.
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