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My Astral World (short story)

 

I gradually opened my eyes, when the golden rays of sun beamed upon my triangular face. When I came out of my dream world, I saw green fields of Punjab scattered in front of my eyes, from the train window.

 

My head was on my mother's lap. When I looked up, my mother’s eyes were gazing at me and fondly she was stroking my hair. I stood up from her lap and having a smile on my face I asked for a glass of water. Again she stroked my hair and said “I will bring you a glass of water and some breakfast, wait for me until I will come “She told me this and headed towards the shop outside the train. I looked towards the green fields from the train’s window. I was thinking about my new life in a big city like Karachi.  

 

I was about seven when my father died. He left us alone in this world. After my father’s death, we spent two years in the village. However, our financial condition’s left us no choice but to migrate to Karachi. I was lost in my imagination when my mother put her left hand on my shoulder. I turned towards her. She gave me the water. I was feeling very thirsty thereby I sup up the water. I gave the glass back to my mother.  

 She asked me if I am hungry? I nodded. She took out a silver Tiffin from her bag and started to feed me by her hand. I started talking about my unheard wishes saying “Ami now I am 13 but when I will step in my professional life a big car will be there outside our home and I promise that I will materialize your all dreams.”  

I was sharing my dreams with her. I was nonstop at the moment.

 

Suddenly, I heard a din. I felt something hard on my head. My mother’s become faint. I only remember the ear-splitting noises of people, running here and there, calling for help. The only words that I heard were “bomb is exploded in our train”. I heard this and my eyes got closed.

 

 A few minutes later my eyes opened, I was out of the train and insensibly I was putting my feet on the land, that was filled with blood. I recollect my consciousness and looked at my surrounding. People were crying, dead bodies were scattered and most were injured. When I glimpsed towards my self nothing had happened to me. I saw a small child crying in front of me. I started talking to him but it seemed that my voice was not audible to him. Then I saw a man who was running towards me as if I am not visible to He came near to me and penetrated my body. My mind was stunned. I couldn’t believe that this can happen in real life. With a fearful heart I started looking for my mother and to find her I ran towards the train.       

 

And then what I saw it become the most unforeseen truth of my life. My mother was crying in front of my dead body. When I saw my soul-less body my mouth remained open. I started talking to my mother. I touched her; I felt my touch make no sense to her.  

 

Then I came to know that I am not alive. This was my soul. My soul had now left my body but my dreams for my mothers were still alive in my innocent eyes. 

 

Now every day she is coming to my grave. She is looking toward my grave and I am looking towards her. Everything is the same, years are changing on time, the seasons are passing, and days are melting into nights. The only difference is that here in this grave I am crying with my dreams and there in the world she is crying alone. 

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