ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time, there was a man. A man, who was dark as night and his heart white as day. So silent, he seemed to be in between present and reality; a vulnerable portal.
He had a lonely life, with zero scope of interaction. He owned a chat room, where he stayed online day in and day out, night in and night out. He stayed, hoping that his help would be needed by someone some day, and that day would be the one he stepped out of his comfort zone. Every night, he plugged in his earphone, sometimes with no music. He would read a good novel, or imagine his life in an alternate universe.
He craved for a ‘beep’.

His love was sacred, but the fear of rejection hooked him back to a reel, a reel of the mightiest fisherman.

One day, he heard a beep pass through his ears. He kept hearing them. His heart beat on, to the sound of the music and the rhythm of alert. Yet, they all seemed to be the same. He read the lines on the computer screen. “Help me! I’m locked in a garage by two men!”
The warrior in him woke up. In the midst of day’s mask, he put on his cloak of wisdom. His heart raced, blood pumped to his fingers. ‘Be fearless,’ he told himself. He saw the stars below him, and the earth above. In the portal, in this little life, he became the hero.

He ran, he walked and hitchhiked. Her phone signal was low, yet he was able to track him. A lonely woman in a garage haunted by the past of the men. All around he saw none. The streetlights shone brighter than the mightiest star, and he knew he would outshine them all. ‘Be fearless!’ he told himself.

Be fearless. He climbed down the stairs and reached a latch. He opened it, and saw two men; their face of the colour of rage and fear.

“I demand her release!” he said out loud, as his voice echoed around. The woman saw a speck of hope in him, and she called upon all the stars that was below her.

“Fight us! And she shall be free!” they challenged him. And the war began, with him feeling the punches and slaps, and his hands making the fastest of the moves. He jumped, kicked and punched. In the end, they ran. And his face smeared in blood, blood of victory.
He, a gentleman, took her home. On the way he saw fireworks, trucks and vendors. And he saw the world outside the four tiny walls. Outside the walls lied the real life, he realised. His iris reflected his new phase of life, and his heart beat on to the song of the wind. Slowly, but surely, he lived happily ever after. The end.