I once died!

Seriously,I did.It was a slow death.Mind it,it was a ‘death’,not a murder.I don’t want to blame anyone for it.I died because of my own deeds,because of my own ignorance.

I was actually infected by a very strange disease.Scientists haven’t coined any particular word for this disease.That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a serious infection.What is in the name-nothing at all!

This disease had sowed it’s seeds in my system long before I could realize.People warned me at every step to take care of myself or else I’ll land myself in a big trouble,for they knew how gullible and innocent I was.I failed to understand myself.I knew something was wrong;some foreign intrusion was taking place.But I didn’t know that it was also unstoppable.

It was growing:like the money plant in my house,like my fondness for chemistry,like the pile of medical books on my table,like the distance between me and….Yes,that was the point where I also stopped,only to realize what shit was happening.Then,I sat,pondered and made a study of the disease which was just just a hair breadth’s distance away from making a permanent home in my body.

Alas,it was too late.I consulted every doctor,every scholar,every philosopher…all in vain.Finally,I gave up.I knew I had very few days in my hand which I could,in no way,utilize to undo the past.I was helpless,weak and ‘out of gas’.

My story didn’t end in-so one day,even I was lying on my bed,staring up at the ceiling,I covered a long distance to heaven in a short time.Rather,I died while walking or dancing or staring at some teacher in class or in my thinking den…I don’t remember.But yes,I died.I realized that.

Couldn’t ask for more!!!!

My day started on a very dull note.I must say that i was capable of inducing all kinds of negativity in any person who dared to talk to me.But a generous soul that I am; i didn’t take any calls nor did i make one.One who wasn’t saved was my conscience,which,sadly,suffered from the atrocities of the day.

When i was at the verge of bringing hell down to earth,I felt a strong breeze on my face.Then,I heard a thunder…then saw a lightning!!!!What else could i ask for-My ‘best-est’ friend was about to arrive at any moment.I rushed to my veranda to welcome ‘it’ but not alone-with a cheese sandwich and a mug of juice.I was waiting patiently when ‘it’ was busy giving warning signal of ‘it’s’ arrival to the people by banging and shattering their windows and doors,and making way by sending them back into their houses.After much drama,’it’ finally arrives.oh sorry,I forgot to introduce him to you.Meet my friend who comes once in a year to meet me(i hate this thing about ‘it’)-Rain!!

 

We spoke for like 1hr as soon as it arrived.Without even listening to me,’it’ understood everything i wanted to tell since a very very long time.’It’ comes to meet me in Bangalore,too but there we can’t talk as freely enough as we do in Kolkata.

‘It’ is right in front of me,today!And i can’t tell you how happy I am.Even when ‘it’ leaves for some time,’it’ creates such an environment that I don’t feel it's absence.

One thing I dislike about my friend ‘Rain’ that it brings along with it some memories which i want to leave behind but can’t.It says that it is trying it’s level best to correct it’s drawback and I can see it’s progress.

Sadly,it will go in a matter of few days!Till then,I want to spend the maximum time talking to it and to no one else(@parents-now you know the reason behind this sudden change?!)

P.S. Please welcome my friend as heartily as possible when it comes to your home.It will transform your world,though for a short time.But believe me,you can live your entire life in that time.