The usual restlessness gets into me, if there was a clock
inside my head it would have been tick tacking per my imagination or sub
conscious mind. I was fiddling with the laptop one moment and switching to the
traditional pen and paper I arranged just beside it. To someone watching me
doing this, it would be a clear sight of stupidly confused and insignificant situation;
but I had a larger battle going inside me which paralyzed my humanly actions
momentarily. It is high time now, I had to sit down discussions and
clarifications with this erratic vulnerable rebellious character who has been active
in creating abstract nuisance ever since… ever since trust and faith left her
side. The concern was not how to initiate the conversation for it has been
continuance of several bygone tiffs which were rather voluntarily given an
abrupt end. The problem was sticking hard with the resolution.
The level of impatience intensifies and I foolishly look all
around the room closely scanning from the wall clock to the family photos stuck
on my cupboard, to the murky teddy bear in the corner and then stop at the blatant
wall which was as if filming glimpses of my tormented past. I didn’t want to
see it yet I did not bat an eyelid, it was no less than hallucinating about your
own death in a state of possessed by something unearthly. I hurried and started
scribbling some notes realizing there was no time. That was it! It was the
moment of truth; the world would end for some if not for all. I close my eyes
in an attempt to muster courage for the great sacrifice and also with the fright
of what will happen next. Yes, I will be
eaten now. Will that hurt? I don’t know, I guess I’ll need to find out.
Next morning when I open my eyes to find myself rescued from
the Gigantic Snake aka Anaconda, I had
a good laugh about my great melodramatic dream. Well, I had seen the shadow of
a lizard at my window in the darkness of the night and what happened next can
successfully title me as the Imaginator.
