NDE and more.
I died recently, from an accident. When and at what age, you might ask.But that is not important.
Death, as was life, did not come happily. I remember not dying instantly. Paralysis stuck me though I felt the nerve wracking pain; I couldn't move or say anything, but my mind did work. I felt the suffering in a hospital bed while doctors put electric shocks through my chest. I wanted to tell them no to hurt me and let me die in peace but words did not come out of my mouth however hard I tried. I tried body movements, but to no avail
Then I heard the monotone of the cardiograph. I was heart dead. I saw doctors moving away from me with my eyes wide open. They left me in peace for some time.
The next voice I heard was the one I wanted to hear all this time. But it was not pleasing. The pain in it was pinching. She kept saying my name and asked me to wake up. I tried the hardest in my life to move..to tell her that I was still alive..that I could hear her..could see her eyes ..feel her hands.
She didn't respond; maybe I didn't respond anymore. She moved her hands over my fingers and closed them.
They kept me in a chilling room for one night. I could two cryogenic bodies around me. Or should I call them people? I wondered all night, whether they we dead dead or dead like me.
Slowly the pain froze, as did my hands. I slept, without breathing. Without twisting. The most calm sleep of my life.
I woke up to find myself in my house. It looked like a dream..there was no color in the dream. My house didn't look like mine, but it felt familiar. My things were missing, my cupboard was empty.
I looked at myself in the mirror...I was soaked in blood..I could find a chasm in my stomach. I saw the calender on the wall. It read Jan 2015. I had been gone for more than 7 months.
Beneath the calender was a photo frame.. the picture in it was of me.
I walked around the rooms. I heard something. Something near the bathroom..no was it near the window..no..surely the balcony..yes the balcony.
I saw her standing in the balcony. Her once sparkling eyes looked grim. She looked upset and lonely . I rushed towards her, to hold her..but I couldn't..I couldn't move further..she was so near..I tried catching her wrist..I screamed her name at the top of my lungs..I didn't have any effect on her..yet so far..
Then I whispered her name in despair, it was then her hair moved..above the ears..she turned around aghast. Did she sense me? Yes, she did. She kept gaping at me.She then sighed and walked towards the room closing the balcony.
I didn't understand. Did she feel me..or was that I felt that she felt me.. was I still bound the meta-physical-ness? There were no answers, only questions.
I stood in the balcony for some time. Then I walked away from my house..in the dark alley. That's when it started raining..I walked till I couldn't walk anymore..till my legs hurt ..I walked till dawn..till the red sun threw light on my face...and that's when ..oh wait!
Death, as was life, did not come happily. I remember not dying instantly. Paralysis stuck me though I felt the nerve wracking pain; I couldn't move or say anything, but my mind did work. I felt the suffering in a hospital bed while doctors put electric shocks through my chest. I wanted to tell them no to hurt me and let me die in peace but words did not come out of my mouth however hard I tried. I tried body movements, but to no avail
Then I heard the monotone of the cardiograph. I was heart dead. I saw doctors moving away from me with my eyes wide open. They left me in peace for some time.
The next voice I heard was the one I wanted to hear all this time. But it was not pleasing. The pain in it was pinching. She kept saying my name and asked me to wake up. I tried the hardest in my life to move..to tell her that I was still alive..that I could hear her..could see her eyes ..feel her hands.
She didn't respond; maybe I didn't respond anymore. She moved her hands over my fingers and closed them.
They kept me in a chilling room for one night. I could two cryogenic bodies around me. Or should I call them people? I wondered all night, whether they we dead dead or dead like me.
Slowly the pain froze, as did my hands. I slept, without breathing. Without twisting. The most calm sleep of my life.
I woke up to find myself in my house. It looked like a dream..there was no color in the dream. My house didn't look like mine, but it felt familiar. My things were missing, my cupboard was empty.
I looked at myself in the mirror...I was soaked in blood..I could find a chasm in my stomach. I saw the calender on the wall. It read Jan 2015. I had been gone for more than 7 months.
Beneath the calender was a photo frame.. the picture in it was of me.
I walked around the rooms. I heard something. Something near the bathroom..no was it near the window..no..surely the balcony..yes the balcony.
I saw her standing in the balcony. Her once sparkling eyes looked grim. She looked upset and lonely . I rushed towards her, to hold her..but I couldn't..I couldn't move further..she was so near..I tried catching her wrist..I screamed her name at the top of my lungs..I didn't have any effect on her..yet so far..
Then I whispered her name in despair, it was then her hair moved..above the ears..she turned around aghast. Did she sense me? Yes, she did. She kept gaping at me.She then sighed and walked towards the room closing the balcony.
I didn't understand. Did she feel me..or was that I felt that she felt me.. was I still bound the meta-physical-ness? There were no answers, only questions.
I stood in the balcony for some time. Then I walked away from my house..in the dark alley. That's when it started raining..I walked till I couldn't walk anymore..till my legs hurt ..I walked till dawn..till the red sun threw light on my face...and that's when ..oh wait!
Comments
Post a Comment