Getting Familiar With Acme

One night, while returning from somewhere, the surrounding was calm. My legs were working out the mere formality of carrying me home. My mind was lost coz i think it was trying to discover something. There was a perfect blend of questions and their answers - all mingled up in my mind. The only important (and the most confusing) task was to find the perfect answer to the corresponding question. Difficult, indeed! Suddenly, there was an explosion of bright light in the sky and I saw that light coming down to earth. When this light was closest to our very own humble mother earth, the personification of that mysterious light began.

As I watched it, a bit afraid, the light began to take the shape of a lady, within moments, there was a beautiful lady standing in front of me. My lips went dry as I tried to speak up a word or two to know about that mystery. The condition of my lips was pretty much similar to that of a leaf, which becomes dry when ‘morning dew’ says ‘good-bye’ in its very own style. Everything went silent; I don’t know what happened to the sound of silence, which accompanied me all the way to that particular instance of time and now the very old sound of silence left me alone with that lady.

Gathering up a bit of courage and guts to speak up something, I managed saying, “O Magical Lady! The Goddess of Mystery! Who are you?” and with a voice which can go through even the hardest of hearts, she said, “I am Death”. ‘Death’, after hearing this particular word, I was shocked and my attraction towards her got demolished. Trying to be very introspective, I said that I have always been told that death has an ugly face and all sorts of vanities about death, to which she replied, “People try to make the things infamous they hate and they do hate me”.

I was obviously getting very eager to know about her and I do have a very inquisitive nature. The next question I fired was about her presence on earth and at that very particular instance of time. She, with a mild smile, said, “I am here to take you with me”. This sentence took me away from my senses. Trying to prove my smartness over the ‘Mighty Death’, I said, “Ha! You can’t take me away, I have my parents, relatives and friends”. Now, she was the one who was filling the silent environment with her laughs with which she overcame the sound of silence. She said confidently, “Let us have a look at the people you mentioned”. Saying this, she placed her cold palm over my eyes in an attempt to close them.

What I viewed next was simply disastrous, everyone was busy in their own struggles, own lives and they were deprived of the virtue by which they can love all. Everyone of my mentioned people wanted to be loved. No one ever wishes to love someone. Seeing the pain, misery and self-centered nature of my so-called friends and relatives, my eyes were all set to smear the curtains of my eyes with tears. Before the tears could have rolled down my cheeks, the cold hands of 'Death’ wiped them off. This was enough to break me off from this world. I said to Death, “Please, take me away! The world is not the same anymore” and I rushed to hold her tight.

I was lost in my city of thoughts. But somewhere I believed that the place I am going to, accompanied by my death, is definitely going to be better than this world at least. I thought that I would fly away to glory and to the horizons- unknown. I will be in a place where everyone gets the same treatment, let him be an enemy of society or an enemy of thoughts. The ministers, the presidents, the leaders and most important of all, the humans are just going to be same in all aspects, they will be no one other than dead men. I concluded that I got the location of a utopian world and I was all set up for my departure.

The morning rays of glowing sun were playing ‘hide-n-seek’ on my forehead and they somewhat succeeded in waking me up. Perplexed, I woke up and I was still not sure that what was ‘that’. Whether that was an encounter with death or a dream. I tried to explore the wetness of tears on my eyelids but that was an unsuccessful attempt, because, unfortunately ‘that’ was a dream. Everything seemed to have changed and there was not even a small essence of materialistic attraction in anything after 'that' dream. Only one thing was firm and sure that, I have to wait for that ‘Beautiful Death’ to take me away, because that indeed is the final destination or highest point. Whatever you call it, but, it is the Acme, I am sure!

Forever Yours

Piyush

Writing Credits : Piyush Singh
Editing Credits : Aaishwari Chouhan