That drop of sweat which dodged every curve on my face was now at the tip of my nose and was threatening to fall and break the silence. My heart was pounding hard enough to remind me that its still working.
"Do you want a tissue to wipe your sweat dear" Ah I remember that voice, Mrs.Towers., my kindergarden teacher. A sudden rush of comfort fills me and I look up to see my clone looking at me lovingly. But.. Her face changes slowly and I see Mrs.Towers standing there with that broad smile. I took one step closer and she fades into the dark.
"Repent for your sins child. Ask god for forgiveness". Father Gilligan, the headmaster with his ever stern look was looking at me from the corner of the room. I remembered how I used to be scared of that cane he carried. I searched for the cane in his hands, but he was carrying my handbag. I look up again to see myself with that stern look that seemed so familiar.
"Which side is North lady?? Which side"., Mr.Sampath screamed at the top of his voice. The way he tortured me with that stupid compass and map during my guides camps. How he made me dig pits and pick up junk to get a badge so that I may get enough credits to graduate.
Why is everybody here changing to look like me? "This world is maya. What you see, smell, feel is maya" That was the yoga guy Mr.Srinivasa whom my mom pushed me to every weekend. Gawd how I hated his rant. His eerie smile was not helping the situation. But., wait what is he trying to say.
"Srini sir., what is this place. Where are we"
"You know it child. I told you all the time. You never believed."
"What are you talking about?"
"I told you it was all maya.. now you know"
"What? wait dont go away.. waaaiiitttttttttt"
He is gone too. This is maya? Great., that is the last bit I wanted to hear. So., what is all this. Am in some sort of an after world seeing that every person I saw in my life was none but myself? Is that the whole point of this thing?
"No., there is more"
"Praveen... you are here too? Gawd I was getting freaked out"
"No Meg. You are desperate to know what and why. The same way I felt that night when you dumped me."
"Er., nice time for you to pick on me Praveen.."
"Heh.. I have nothing to pick on. Its all yours."
Now what is this jerk talking. Fine., I guess I just have to sit and wait for this God guy to turn up and say that I've sinned quite a bit and I'd have to rot in hell. Heh., God. The puppet man. So., if he did exist, what is he doing up there? Sitting and watching his own puppet show? How jobless is that? And., all that super sci-fi stunt just to show me that he is there?
"God?? Did you just think of god?" That was preethy. No. This time i'm not turning around. What difference is it going to make by turning around and realizing she is none but me. So what? have I been offended by and offending myself in differnt forms all my life? Why this whole game. If every body that I come across is just me, why bother going through the trouble of socializing, understanding, playing along and junk. Why this social fabric.
"Hello., I'm Meg" The hooded guy does not even turn. So., who is this guy now? Will he turn out to be some hunk on the billboard. Heh., i wish.
Finally he talked., "Which part of yourself do you call Meg?" Well., that was a tricky question.
"Fine sir., where are we going?"
"We?? How different am I from you? Is there an I and a You?"
"Alright. I've had enough of this. Where am I going?"
"Where is home?"
Fine., I'm done. I dont know where I started or where I finished. I just gave the wierdest twist to it. I'm bad at this.. :( Anywayz., Rini, Arvind .. All yours., screw the story even more :)