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title: Inertia
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Yet another year, another month, another day. He liked the monotonous ways of life, and sometimes even the anonymity. Often unseen, unrecognized, like a pale shadow of someone mediocre, he drifted through the sea of people in this city just like today. He rolled his eyes to the left, but even the rays of light found it difficult to pierce through the dense forest of people around him. He glanced towards the sky, not the blue whimsical sky, but the brand new skyway created due to congestion in this city.
He had a long journey of 15 minutes to reach his destination - workstation. He looked to the ground, and tried to shift his focus onto the music playing in his ears. Ren, his colleague, was in the previous row. He saw him earlier and slowly pulled into his hoodie to hide away. He always thought of himself as an utterly inert observer, never feeling an urge to even move his finger to change the world for even his self-preservation.
When death comes, when pain comes, when stuff comes, he thought, he will drift away, dissolve into the fabric of reality. Ren might have called his name now, but then he is slowly submerging into the beats of the song. This is a weird song, have I heard it before - he thought. But the next moment, he lost his thoughts, he lost the sensation of reality. He immersed into the beats, slowly melting into the smoothness of its poison. He shipped himself away into unseen quarters of something.
The song spontaneously ended into void, he tried to wake up, but his consciousness is tied to the new world. He desperately tried to find his way i nto the old world. He was drowning in the air of this new world, he tried desperately for air. He felt the rare sensation of death. He resigned to himself and without a tear or a smile, he began to sediment to this new world. He closed his eyes.
Right then, a helping hand extended, he caught hold of the arm and tried to escape from the drowning world. He pulled the other hand strongly, for the first time in his life, he felt the ecstasy of fear. He pulled the hand strongly, something dropped from the other side of the hand and he was pulled upwards. He knew how to thank now, moreover he decided to live now. He plunged into the old world. He opened his eyes, he was happy until he saw himself standing in front row. He stood exactly where Ren stood. "Oh my, I am Ren now"
He had a sudden burst of pain in his head. "So this is pain," he thought. It was a surge of Ren's memories . He knew everything about Ren now, he experienced the pain of Ren, the love,the yearnings,the lost and the gained, he is Ren now, but he had not lost himself as well. The people nearby began to ask whether he's alright. The pain began to subside, and while he was reconciling with the world around him with deep breaths and a shred of tear, he could see that his original body stood motionless, held in its place by the seatbelt like the strings of a puppet. He smiled for the first time; a waterfall of emotions has drawn strength in his mind.
The public transportation ramp stopped, he saw the sign board at the stop in front of him and read it with a warm glitter in his eyes - Welcome to the new world.
Tag: English stories
Thy reflection.
A car was monotonously pacing through the country road. It was a rhythmic run with occasional glitches of sound whistling through.
A child and a man were the only passengers. The child glaring through the window, quite bored at world with a hollow look which he shared with the man.
“Dad, why do we dream?”
The child asked with stutter and inconceivable emptiness.
He looked at his kiddo with a smug.
He said without a second thought “I don’t know kiddo, I dream because I can”
The child asked with gullible innocence.
“Dad, how do I know that I am me”
He raised his chin, and in an instant saw his reflection treading the same path as himself.
“Kiddo, why do you ask these questions?”
“Why?..” The child looked with fear.
“Kiddo, I never thought I will say this, but quit the act boy. I see you.”
The child looked at his father with amusement. He was 13 years but in his own terms, he was quite at a different level. His demeanor changed, now straight on his back, without the child in him, he said:
“Because I can, Dad”
He was unperturbed, he knew about him, he knew that his child was somehow different. He knew because he was different and with apparently sumptuous arrogance, he plunged into the raw filth of the world. Only blood, guilt and then some remained in him.
“Son, can I ask you something?”
The whole demeanour of child changed, the child looked away and his said “Dad, don’t fear me now”
“Kiddo, do you think I should fear you?”
“Dad, if you see me, then you should”
The father felt the arrogance, confidence seeping through his character and at that instant he didn’t fear or loathe him, but feared for for him.
“Son, remeber last month,You accidentally dropped the knife on your mother’s leg, right?”
“Dad, you are unintentionally hilarious, you say you see me, then you should better know”
He gently parked the car onto the side.
“Son, do not ever harm her. She is my only thread to this world. If you ever..”
The child stopped him and continued without anger, but with a cold shrug and sleepy eyes,
“Do you think your opinions matter? , look at me, I might look civilised, I might even look like human being, but deep inside, there is a whirlpool of rage within me, I am hungry when I am angry, and I can and will destroy anything in my path. May I remind of the misfortune happened to your lovely little daughter.”
The father was shell shocked to hear those words
“You little brat, you..I always blamed myself, you?”
“As we speak, all I need is a little stretch, to slit open you gullet without a blink,without any second thoughts, without mercy. You might think you can overpower me, but you should know by now, don’t you. You can’t move an inch unless I allow. You can’t, you feel that don’t you, the eruption of fear in your mind, as I look onto you, it floods you, it clouds your senses, even before I break your soul, your body is been broken, surrendered to my will.”
“Son, why, what happened to you, why and how.”
“Mr.Dad, I might look and feel bracketed within the realm of humanity, but I am a feral child with an inhuman touch.I am not just you or her or anything earthly, I am more..”
Dad steeply looked at his child. With nothing but fear, he blurted
“Don’t hurt your mother, and why did you do that to your own sister”
” There are no promises my dear father, and of course there are no reasons, there is no meaning
but, I will definitely try . But.. there will be always a but between us. Remind yourself,behave yourself”
After a second or two, the father calmed down. With a deep breath swallowing his own fear, sympathising with his own father, he started the car.
“Son, let me tell you a story, my story, my father’s story, you are just the reflection of myself, a continuation of our kind”
“No, I am not. You live today because your concerns entertain me and I’d like it to remain the same. Right?”
The car continued its monotonous its journey. The country road seemed so quite and tired.
Mirror 