Hey, Who are you? I do not need any self-intro, right! I am pretty good familiar… all the people well knowing me. But I don’t know why since yesterday I feel difference in my life something I felt like unusual or something that I cannot explain.
Hey, where are you going? I am talking with you. How dare you to ignore me like this Haan? You are insulting a great writer Jaya Sundharam, who own multiple awards and rewards like Saahithya Academy like…
Why are you staring at me?
Where are you going to take me by the hand?
Hey, leave my hand is Paining.
Vuwaak… What is the place this?
Hey, what did you give me? What is this? My hands are getting dirty now because of the thing you have given to me. I am going to throw this.
Yaak… you eating this… is this eatable? No, I don’t want this.
But I feel hungry. Where is Saravana Bhavan located here? Tell me you idiot.
Ok I think you are dumb and deaf. Hmm fine finally I have wasted my precious time with a wretched, physically disabled person.
What… hey where are you? Hey, anyone here? Hey ok I will eat this. See… I am eating this… yes it tastes good I agree this is good food… see I finished eating… you can come in front of me. Don’t leave me alone. Where are you hey?
My hungry gets satisfied but where Am I? what the fu__g place this is? What am I doing here? This is an old village purely the oldest village even though I’m 60 years old, I have never seen this before. There are very few huts only available. I am damn sure into the hut a man cannot lie down and sleep here. Very small place and that man, who bring food to me few minutes ago his height wow Definitely more than 7 feet and his face just like mixed of Arnold and strawberry.
Yes… Yes… I knew him before. Maybe Two months ago, he came to my residence and fought with me without any reason. Yeah, I remember that day.
Usually, my daily routine wakes up time is 5 AM but on that day at 4:55 AM because of him. He collapsed the whole day.
I slept silently and peacefully, suddenly my Door’s calling bell made a sound louder. I was shocked and I stood up, staggered, and opened the door. When I opened the door, he was standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest.
He doesn’t ask for any permission or whatever. He just starts questioning me. I don’t know what he was asking or telling or whatever because he mixed up all the languages I think I can understand some words only. Because of those were only the language I speak that was crazy. At the last, I understood what he trying to convey, He was scolding me.
I asked him “Hey… what? Why you scold me?” but I don’t know what kind of idiot I am, I ask him a question even I cannot understand what he is telling. So, I realized that something was written or done by me, that he doesn’t like.
Me “So what? My life… My pen… My rules… No one having rights to ask me.” I said that. But he was silent now and staring at me deeply.
Me “if you don’t like me and my writings, don’t follow me. Now get out of here. Hey, the bloody servants come here and kick him out…” I shouted to my slaves who worked for me. But no one comes because servants will come after 6 AM.
So, what to do? I was afraid because he was bloody more than 7 feet of height. And his body is also well built. So, I decided to call the police.
But I don’t know why he left silently. He stepped out from my door and told me that “YOU… UH… MY… PLACE… I WILL SPEAK. NOW GO ME.” Yes, I can understand that “one day will go to his place on that time he will be talk to me.” I just closed the door and went back to the room, and I continued my sleep. But I cannot sleep. “Who is he? Why did he come?” I just think these things in repeated mode.
Last night before sleep, I remembered him unwantedly. My stupid mind Why did I think about him? And that too before going to sleep?
YES! YES!! YES!!! I understand what is happening to me now.
May be spent in a dream world filled with half-sleep. So, I might be snoring loudly right now. “Hey… my servant slaves… come here and wake me up… hey… hey… anyone come to me and wake me up… hey…” why no one come to me? If my sound reached someone, that someone may have helped me out but?!
Okay Sundhar… Don't worry, the dream will end soon, and you will wake up.
Wow wow wow what is happening here so many hours have passed. Still, I am in stupid dreaming. This is not fair.
Sundhar ran from corner to corner, screaming and shouted some names but no changes in his vision. So, he realizes the reality. He is stuck somewhere else.
Yes, I understood but how? Why? Where am I?
This place looks something different and weird, and I cannot see anyone here. And I cannot breathe oh, I think I am going to die. Is this the hell?
Hey hell guys… hear me… I want to go back to earth. The world needs me. I am a great writer. All the books that I have written are the best books in the world. My writing rewrites some more people’s head written and life.
Even I have many thoughts on my new future books. I cannot say these future books will change how many lives. So, I forgive you all. Send me back to earth.
Hey you… can you hear me? Or not?
Hey… hey…
Many hours passed by him but still he is screaming and trying to make a deal with them. But there are no changes around him.
On that time, one screaming sound passed him that sound was louder than him. Now his voice went back to his stomach. He strongly closed his eyes, mouth, and lock ears by his hand and sit on floor. After that, he does not say anything.
A couple of years have gone away but still now he has not seen anyone. But he walks on the sand floor many lengths he doesn’t know that. Somewhere he finds food and he eat it.
His daily routine timetable has been adapted to a new timetable
1. Wake up
2. Eat
3. Walk
4. Rest
5. Sleep
And repeat…
He lost all his attitude and activities. He has adapted to that place. And He got used to living alone.
That one early morning Sundhar comes out step by step from his deep sleep and he is hearing some noise of camera clicking and human voices. He raises his vision by opening his eyes, he realizes that came back to the earth then public and media people surrounding him.
He wakes up and sits then realizes his surroundings and himself. That was the root base of the big banyan tree. He looks like an old age sage.
Press people keep asking so many questions,
1. Sir, these four years where you gone sir?
2. Have you gone to monasticism?
3. Have you kidnaped by terrorist?
And ect…
Sundhar got up, and smile on them then start walking… he just passed them and move on… they are only viewers.
Regards,
Rajasekaran M Bose
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