I was a soul, in god's custody. I was swimming in an ocean of souls when somebody tried to catch me with a net of thoughts. My free flow was interrupted. I could hear them praying to god. I was familiar with this voice. They were humans demanding for my custody. Other souls around me had a mixed bag of emotions. Some were excited and some were tensed. Concocted clouds of euphoria and despair formed a cluster over me. I got heavily drenched in the rain of confusion. I knew, the time had come to lose myself and go on an eternal search of realizing myself and in the pursuit of mysticism. God showered his blessings, as my mystical journey as a human being began.
I could feel sensations all over my body. It got over in a while and doctor confirmed my mom that she was pregnant. A joyous scream, and I was taken aback. The words of my fellow souls appeared right in front of my eyes. I thought that I was caged inside a dark mass of flesh. It was suffocating like a cloggy pipe. The sounds of some complex heavy machinery terrorized me. It was like living near a busy freeway. Yes, I was inside the womb...
A tear of happiness rolled out of my dad’s eye when he got the news. My mom drank that tear and that was the first drop of liquid which quenched my human thirst. It was a pure bliss. All my anxiety and terror blazed away within no time. It was like somebody injected me the drug - HUMAN LOVE.
My mom’s heart pumped a fragrance of warmth and tranquility which quickly filled the dark palace like the smoke of cannabis. Now, we could feel each other. I used to dance on the beats of her heart.
The time just flew like time. I blinked my eyes and there was a flashback of those 8 months 27 days 6 hours and 47 minutes which i had spent in her womb till date. My mom and dad had drawn my portrait. It was my time to iron my mom’s wrinkled womb. I was dying to come out, splash a bucket of love on them and paint their life.
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was eating tamarind inside her cosy womb. The door bell rang. My mom had a tensed question mark blinking on her forehead as she saw a few roughly familiar faces that she had been running away from the past 10 months. The only thing common between my mom and them was that they all had the same blood gushing through their veins and shared the same DNA structure. Yes, they were my grandfather and grandmother. Evan a thought of their existence gave my mom goosebumps. She always used to get frightened thinking of their infuriated expression at the time when they promised to slaughter my dad if she married him, as they both belonged to a different caste.
But that day, there wasn’t any scowl or a sign of outrage on the old wrinkled face of my grandfather and grandmother. Everything appeared in perfect synchronisation. They hugged my mom and dad. I blew a kiss to them and bent further to seek their blessings when something went across my chest. The feeling was radiantly lugubrious. We three fell down respecting gravity. The crease of dishonour and disrespect disappeared from the faces of those, who gave a face to my mom. For them, our blood washed the stain of dishonour brought upon the family by my mom, for she had an inter-caste marriage.
On one hand, our souls converged and became one mixing with the collective conscious and on the other hand, there was a sight of chopped pieces of our bodies along with the thick red sauce forming a delta which was harrowing.
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