He pinched himself just to check if he was alive. Indeed he was alive, for he could feel the prick. Then why there was not even a single drop of tear in his eyes? Had he become emotionless, he hoped he had not. He hoped his dad had not traded his emotions for something (he read one such science fiction in his childhood).
He longed that tears flow through his eyes and cleanse everything. He just wanted someone to wake him up form his dreams and say you have been sleeping and dreaming a lot. But alas, it was not meant to be this way. He was in reality, everything indeed was real and he was in the midst of it. Of course he had never imagined it happening. He did not anticipate it too. So it stuck him as a bolt from the blue.
Then, what did he do?
He imagined himself standing alone and staring at distant horizon. He imagined himself standing on a busy crossing with every vehicle passing by him continuously; nobody stopping to ask anything, nobody saying a single word. He imagined time flying by and everything fading from his memory. He imagined himself forgetting everything.
He imagined himself running in pouring rains. He was running, and there were tears in his eyes. Nobody could see them though in the rains. He imagined himself stopping at one deserted place and shouting; asking God "why me?".
But all his imaginations were just like distant dreams. They worked only in Bollywood movies. Here in reality he was just standing stunned by the happenings around him. But he wanted to cry; he wanted to clean all his thoughts. He has been through a gamut of emotions; from feeling of dejection, misery of failure to anger of broken trust. Questions were multiplying like anything. Whatever he thought, it confused him more. Somethings were hard to believe; some he did not want to believe. For moments he just wanted his mind to shutdown for sometime. He wanted time to pause.
PS: This is my first attempt in writing fiction. Your comments are highly appreciated.
3 comments:
charlie chaplin had once said, "I love to walk in the rain, as only then no one can see me crying."
keep it up!
good one prits.. sometimes he is down and out..but the finest steel comes out of the hottest fires..
Amazing story da... Lemme know when you finish it.. Build-up is just great and the situation sound so real...
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