AFTER LIFE

So the night ends, just like any other. Time goes on, as ruthless as he is. Can’t even wait for a minute so that I could say goodbye to those I love. To those I’ve loved. I feel like I should’ve kept a goodbye letter at this point, but I guess it’s a bit too late.

The sun is coming up slowly. I can see it from my window. The music from the nearby church begins, and a day begins. In the midst of life and afterlife, the prayers seem to be a joke. Here I am, waiting to reach a state of higher perspective, a state where someone is taking me to; and all are praying to that someone to not take me.  All I can think about is a good meal.

Hooked up to a machine and bag canteen food surprises me with a wave of memories, for all I can remember is my name, and that too barely. They say my brain is dead. I knew this would happen at some point when I was in high school, and I labelled all the parts wrong.

The machine laughs, and my heart weeps. There is a crisis going on, and no one seems to acknowledge. Nevertheless, the neurons are on vacation and I don’t sense any emotion.

I see the doctors rush in and my life line looks flat and lonely. I see them all staring at my body. And my soul feel inspired for the first time. The sense of weightlessness gives me a sugar rush to fly high, and I yell out from the top of my lungs. Though now I wonder if a soul has lungs. I shall check it out at the hospital made of clouds and candy canes.

I see them all shedding tears. Smile! I yell out. I am happy in this new world! Though I miss you all, my well wishers and my shooting stars.

I see my old friend Karan here. Karan left me three years back when he took a trip to a village. On the way, he decided to change his route to heaven. He is making cloud castles with his magical hands; he lost them in his time in army too. He seems happy! I shall chat with him after my exploration.

It’s so vast here, and the earth, my earth, seems lonely. He even looks blue. Then I remember from my textbooks that three-fourth of it is water covered. Could they be teardrops from heaven? I wonder.

I feel happiness, not that I was sad when I was home. I’m happy I got to meet Karan and I got to see my earth. I’m happy how my little accident closed my brain so I could store memories in heaven. There are people in love here, regardless of gender, caste, religion or any of the man made concepts. And I see turmoil in my earth, and a confused child looking for happiness. I used to be that boy.

I send my wishes down to my earth, and I feel someone is seeing it. Some are even singing it. I hope I can spread joy from here.