The train came to a halt with a jerk. I gripped the support railing for balance. So did the people around me. Something felt different. The people and the surrounding was new and strange. I felt as though I was transported magically to an alien land. The people around me was busy in their own world. Some in their thoughts and some in their phones. At every stop a war brewed between passengers fighting over to get down and trying to board the train.
I calmly stood there trying to understand the surroundings. Yet I could sense a Storm inside me. Like a programmed robot, I got down in a station. I stood there watching the train continue its journey. It was then I realised. Where the hell am I and who am I. I had no memory of both the things or anything for that matter. I sat in the nearest stone bench and tried to absorb the activity around me. I glanced at the phone and it read 9.00 pm. I tried to make a call and could not remember the pattern. The activity around me slowly became thinner and the night became darker. Everyone seemed like a villian. I did not even remember my name and would be clueless if someone asked for it. I realised I was carrying a blue bag. I rummaged and found a purse. I hoped it will carry some clue or identity of me to help me go home.
I had exactly 33 rupees and loads of faded papers. The ATM card in it read "Neha Agarwal". At last I have a name now. The station board said pallavaram . Was this my destination or did I get down in a strange place, I wondered. Everyone was looking at me in a weird way. I tried recalling the way to my house. I could not recall anything. O God I silently prayed. I did not even remember his name. Panic gripped me. I pictured myself sitting there for a lifetime. Would my life disintegrate into nothing. Will my parents forget me. Do I have a boyfriend or friends to care for me? Will people miss me? . million questions and doubts occupied my thought. I kept staring at my phone hoping someone would call me and rescue me from this wilderness. The clock ticked by. I tried a thousand patterns. My phone did not open nor did my memory. My stomach rumbled in protest. I dug through the bag again and found a few chocolates and stale biscuits. I just gobbled them. God knows when I will get my next meal. I might not ever. The clock showed 9.26 pm. 26 minutes of loneliness and despair. Still I could not remember anything. As the clock reached 9.30 pm, I got a call. I felt as if my prayers were answered. It was a new number.
I woke up with a fright and realised I did not put my phone in silent mode. I could hear my sister grumbling about the noise. I hastily cut the call and switched on the silent mode. The time read 3.42 am.
If you could plan your death, how would you plan it? #PlanUrDeath This is a very interesting thought. The thought itself is enough to chill our bones. Death is something which is beyond our control. It is the unconquered kingdom. It is something which we cannot predict nor decide. It happens in its own phase, in its own time and in its own style. Still given as a chance. It would be the most exciting and interesting event to plan. My death will be combination of the things I love. I would try to make it as interesting as possible. Goodbyes are very important to me. It gives a proper ending to our life. The problem with death is we never have time for good bye. The person suddenly disappears leaving a vacuum behind. This leaves the loved ones feeling lost. I will write a proper goodbye to all the important friends and enemies. Sometimes the people who make us cry are the people who has created a great impact on them. I would try to forgive the people who have hurt...
Good thriller veani. Liked it :)
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