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By Mr.Ambivalent Date: 2003 Apr 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.04.05.19.30525]] |
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Year 2034, the month of December. God where are my sweaters. I feel so damn cold. The weather is biting my fingers. I feel choked within. Shit. Is there any one who could help me ? Is there anyone who could make me warm ? Why the hell am I suffering this way. Where am I ? Who am I ? God I miss my wife. My kids. All of them. Where could they be? They are not here in The United States. They are not here in this New York city. They are not here beside me. Boooooo. I am sort of crying now. Crying.Me ? No No. I wish I could shed a tear. I wish I could hug someone. I see no one. It was on the 3rd of december I stepped here in this lousy place. It's almost a week now. I am in search of atleast one creature whom I could call human. But no . I see none. This place looks so weird. What's wrong here. Is it planet earth? Let me find out. I see No name board. No streets. No lights . No cars. No buses. No people. No somebody. No dogs. No cats. I am all alone. ALONE. An other day passes. Do I feel hungry. Do I feel thirsty. No. Not yet. It's strange no? No food and water for more than a week. I can't believe it. But I do feel sick inside. I get the picture of my past. I feel acute pain in my heart but not in my body. The pain multiplies with my lonliness. Wish I could spot an ant for company. Ah There I forgot one more feature of this place. Where is the sun? Where is the light ? Where is the brightness? Oh no. I have started to miss the sun so badly. I see only one prominent color around me - Black. Yes its darkness all around. Total darkness. May be there is a blackout in the city. But how could it be for more than a week. I somehow don't follow. May be I will get to know something if I find someone. Still I can't see anyone. No one around me. I do walk on and on in the darkness with that relentless desire to find some guy. I am sure I will find someone. Every moment here has been a heartache. Pain multiplying with every passing second. But the truth is I don't feel hungry or thirsty. On the tenth day of the march I am relieved to spot a red triangular flag at a distance. The flag is quite far. Slowly I feel a sense of satisfaction within me. May be I could meet a guy and tell him about my experience. Ask him about my family. May be he could help me get back home. May be he could do a lot of things for me. Dreaming about this possibilty I inch closer and closer to that place. Ah there now I see a giant gate. The height of the gate is almost seven times as much as myself. Such a huge gate in such a weird dirty place. Oh forget it. Who cares as long as someone could help me. I feel very anxious now. I am simply hoping for the best. At last after a couple of hours walk I reach the huge tall gate. At last after so many days I could hope for something good. I nervously knock hoping that someone will open the gate for me. " Wait there " is the voice I heard from the other end. That voice was so loud that I thought I was deaf for a moment. It was a kind of voice which I had never heard before and never imagined too that anyone could have a voice like that. There was an air of unsafe authority in that voice. I am still nervous but as usual I am optimistic. I just long to see how that guy would look like. He slowly opens the gate for me. I was so tired mentally that it took me something like three minutes to have a look at the dark outline of his huge body. There is no light here too. I wonder how he looks like. Oh ok. I feel a bit relaxed now. I have a feeling that I am no longer alone. I ask the door keeper, " Hello, Could you please help me. I am lost now ". Door keeper, " Who are you ? ". " Christopher Mark", is my reply. Door Keeper, " Ok whatever. You need to go straight and take a left to reach your destination". I ask him curiosly," Which destination ". Doorkeeper, " Do as I say and get out of my way you ass? " . I retort back," Will you mind your langauge. Do you know where I am from ? " Door Keeper, " I don't care you asshole ". I yell at him with an air of arrogance," I am from America . I am proud to be an American. You got it? " . Door keeper, " Listen moron do you know that you have stepped foot on the gates of HELL after having died a week ago . You American just cock your butt hole and go to your torture center. This is the right place for you. God is always right." |