Agony

 

Agony

By Sushant Yadav

 

 

Ting!! Ting!!  

Ting!! Ting!!

It was my alarm. I had a little pain in the back of my head. I saw through the window, nature was emerging with radiant sunlight. I saw the clock; it was 7:16. I was free today. I left the bed and went to the restroom.

Arya!! Aryaaaaa!!  

I heard my mom yelling at me to have breakfast. I went up ahead. The days had been going as usual for the past 9000 days. Nothing was different. After breakfast, I went straight to bed. I picked up my phone and began to scroll through the Facebook wall. Each post from my friends were divine. In the posts, everyone seemed to be happy and feverish.

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My phone rang after a while; it was a call from a friend. I picked up and talked with him. They had made a plan for an outing. I was never a social guy, nor was I ever fond of going on an expedition, but I said yes. I dressed up and went.

I was standing all alone and waiting for them. While standing there, I saw my shoes were so dirty. I asked myself why I would wear those pairs; I didn't see while wearing them. I stacked them, but it didn't get any better. I fell to my knees and sat there for a while. It was a very unusual day. The road was never that quiet before. It was all chill and silent. I saw two cockroaches approaching my feet. I wanted to kill them, but I noticed they were in metamorphosis, so I left them.

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The couple appeared out of nowhere. They came and stood in front of me. I stood in my place, and we were just about to move, but my phone fell. I was about to pick up my phone. I saw that the cockroach's head were pissed off, and they were dead. I had so many unusual feelings watching that. I wanted to move home, but they made me continue. We walked screaming, joking about each other, and laughing. That was fun.

But something strange was also knocking on my head. We were about to reach our intended place, but I was surprised to not see anyone else along the way. It was bizarre. We three were all alone. We got there. We were up on a bridge. The view was mesmerizing, and its elegance penetrated my eyes. We went still and mute. We were enjoying the captivating acquisitiveness of nature. The greenery, fluid motion, and birds were all so perfect. I felt so light, enlightened from the innermost cellular atoms, detached from worldly expectations and pressure. I got to know one thing that day. Life is more or less like the river. First, you regret why you don't know to swim. But when you can swim, you get far from the river.

All of these thoughts were flooding my mind one after the other. The religious, relations, works, achievements, connections, likes, and dislikes all merged in my mind. I just began to feel such a dense pain in my head. I shouted, screamed, cried, and fell, but they didn't listen. They were still. The cloud began to change its appearance. It began to be darker and denser, and it seemed like it would fall apart. The bridge started to move haphazardly. The water from downstream floated in the air as if gravity had never existed on Earth. I hadn't felt like that before. My head pain was getting worse. I heard a loud siren and thought it might be the ambulance. I was lying down, and my hands were on my head, pressing it because of pain. I opened my eyes for a while and saw those two were still and quiet, as if nothing were happening. I stood up with the pain and moved my eyes to both sides of the bridge, but there was no ambulance. I went to my friends and tried to push them with my hands. I screamed at them to run from the bridge because nature was shrinking and falling apart. I got closer and touched them.

As soon as I touched them, they began to stare at me. I got thrilled and wanted to leave the bridge. But the pain in my head grew more and more. The last thing I saw was the water in the air turning blood red. I heard tingling sounds filling my ears and shouting from every side.

A lot of murmuring sounds were creating a disturbance. My pain grew much worse than it had before. My head started falling apart from my body, and it lastly blew.

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I woke up hurriedly and saw the clock; it was 7:16. Everything was happening in fast motion. I guess it was a dream. I noticed that my house was on fire. A furious bundle of heat strokes and radiation surrounded my body. The smoke began to rush inside my brain. I heard the siren, and I fainted.

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I woke up in the hospital. I saw the doctor talking about me. I called them. They were just by my side, but they didn't listen. I tried to move my eyes, but I couldn't. It was so strange. They asked me how I felt. I don't know why I said that.

I said, "Each day, I am losing expectations from others. Each day, I am losing interest in all things. Each day, I go dark. I smell like a dead fish."

 

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