JustAnu

 continued from  Part I “What place is it. Why do you want me to leave? And, sweetie, why are you sad?” He dabbed his eyes in mine, his look strong enough to startle me and his expressions very mature for his age.   “There is a war going on and we all are going to die.” War? Seriously. I can’t see anyone fighting. There is no bombarding. No loud cries and howls or struggle against anything. Things look peaceful.   “We all have been given a drug which we didn’t realise while we ingested it. We couldn’t be saved now. I know you are from the history. You won’t understand.” I kept staring him, waiting for him to go on. Things were unbelievable yet I was speechless considering his expressions. What does he mean when he said I am from history? When we all are born, there are some modifications are done into our genes to gives us superpowers. Superpower, if I consider you. Its very normal for us. This was a bliss. People were happy with their powers but one day,...

I lay awake in the patch of shadows and moonlight peeking in though my semi-open window, waiting for my parents to come back home. They left for respective meetings and in spite of knowing the fact that they won’t me back home soon, my heart lure to feel their presence and my eyes moistens, making my vision blur. It’s not the first time, nor the last.  It would be my future as it was my past. Thoughts in my mind were racing, disappearing faster than I could have comprehend them. I raised up from the bed and without turning the lights on, I walked towards the door with my intentions clear to me. I didn’t pull out a jacket but it was expected to be cool outside.  “You should protect yourself from getting swayed with your unwitty impulsive mind. It won’t take time for cool things to become cold for you.”  These would have been the words of my mom had she been here but, anyways. She has always been great in playing with words, creating their maze around me. It was the...

  I fade in and out of my thoughts. I oscillate between the thoughts snatching my attention and later, liberating me to drift back to the soothing sleep which says that nothing else matters. My thought leaves my side when my sleep drifts me away with it and I come back to my never-ceasing-to-think brain with another dream. Everyone else in the home is asleep in their own imaginatory world that belongs just, just to them. As I open my eyes, nothing is visible to me. Darkness engulfs everything. No even ones shadow is spared from it. I open the window a bit more, to let in the moonlight shining and dancing outside. It enlightens the room a bit but not all the nook and corners of it. Stepping out from the bed, I turned on a little torch and searched for mirrors (I couldn’t turn on the lights as I don’t want to break the spell casted in the moment by the night).Now, by placing the mirrors the way I want them to be , I could direct the moonlight to the place I want it to glimmer arounds...

Living in a bubble, does it sound like a segment from a fairy tale? I do. I live in a bubble which is walled by my people, my responsibilities, both personal and professional, and till some extent, my hobbies, the things I love to do and pour out my heart on them. I have the same routine to be repeated every day. Wake, attend classes, do homework if any, and study as much as you can (well, I do it at my own pace). The activities are either driven by force or will, and we do it. As every night, I climbed up the stairs of my home to reach up at the terrace and have a few minutes (which unintentionally get stretched to about 30 mins) to myself and just enjoy the scene of being present in the world. I look up at the moon and the stars. The dark sky with some clouds giving it whitish-grey shade yet at other times, making the sky grow darker by their presence! That’s weird, isn’t it? I talk to myself about what happened and what needs to prepared for the next time. That’s my time, to t...