He woke up early, jumped off his bed, switched off the night lamp and rushed to the kitchen in hurry with totally fucked up mood.
He switched the gas stove on and looked for the tea pan. He found it stuck among the other utensils on one of the shelves. He struggled to pull it out. Some of them fell on the ground and the kitchen filled with musical rhythm as if a kid was weeping monotonously after he got slapped by his mother. He placed his feet on them - one by one to calm them down.
He threw tea pan on the flame and poured some water into it and then added milk into it. He didn’t wait for anything and added sugar and tea leaf into the liquid mixture. He scratched his head and ran to the balcony.
Dawn was about to break down. He looked into trees and scratched his head.
He had woken up irritated. Every second the thought of death was creeping over him from his toe to head.
I’ll die soon. The words echoed in his head.
He came back to the kitchen and found the tea overflowing the tea pan. The flame had died. He turned the switch off, separated tea from the wet leaf and drank whole in a go.
He ran back to the balcony, stopped at the waist length boundary wall, scratched his head and then suddenly he began to run and ran into the bed room and then to sitting room and then to bed room again. He had just visualized his death and all he could do was; running away as soon as possible.
‘Death spares no one.’ He said to himself and laughed.
He was a tough guy. He pulled his shorts up and tightened the lace of it, wore sports shoes without thinking of socks, picked the bunch of keys from the table and rushed downstairs towards the parking lot.
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He was riding his bike now thinking ‘I’ll die soon.’ And riding bike was his last wish before death.
On the way, he saw a pond on his right hand side. He stopped and made his bike stand on its stand and began to run towards the pond. He crossed the road without caring of the vehicles which were running down the road with great speed from both the sides. It was his one long jump and he sank into the dirty water.
‘You’ll die soon.’ He heard the words echoing from all sides of the water. His feet touched the soft mud at the bottom of the pond and got reflected. His body began to float up softy. A group of little fishes paused swimming before him and said ‘you’ll die soon.’ They laughed and swum away. He popped up to the surface of water and swum to the bank of the pond and ran to his bike.
His bike had touched the speed of one fifty. He was not driving the bike now. The bike was driving him. It stopped on its own. He jumped off and began to run into a roadside forest. He saw some men sitting crouched with some water bottles on the ground.
‘You, fucking assholes, you’re dirtying the environment.’ He said and grabbed one of them with his collars. He made the half naked man stand up and began to slap him on his face. The man looked confused. Others rose up with their water bottles and began to run away, leaving their shit behind to fertile the soil.
He chased them into the forest but they disappeared into tress. He had into another world. He saw trees speaking to each other. They had big face and big eyes of the shape of egg. They spotted him and stopped the conversation.
‘You’ll die soon.’ They said and laughed.
He scratched his head and ran towards unknown direction.
It was another world. It was a different place. He saw some groups of huts with their upside down. Men had four hands, one face and three eyes on their back. Ladies had huge breasts above their buttocks on their back and their feet were missing. Kids were playing, running on their heads and feet flying up towards the sky. When they saw him, they stopped. Men, women and kids surrounded him. And behind them the huts had walked little to encircle the crowd. He stood at the center of the forest, surrounded by them. Then they asked him to dance before them.
‘I don’t know dancing.’ He said.
‘No problem. We’ll teach you the art of dancing. Welcome to our world.’ They chanted together.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ He asked.
‘We’re spirits.’
‘What?’
‘Yes. And you’re the one as well.’
He fainted and collapsed on the ground which was shacking
