"What would you like to become when you grow up?". We have all been asked this same question.
Yesterday there was a power cut after twelve. I walked out. It wasn't dark, for you could see everything. It was soft gray like the fossils and it was uniform. It was like a foggy afternoon, like partial solar eclipse. There were no odd discomforting patches of light illuminating a locality. It felt like underwater - the entwined branches of trees moved as I walked and the sky remained steady.
I want to become a ghost that walks the streets at nights, a ghost without a body, with no hunger or sleep or relations, just a ghost that sees, hears, feels, thinks and exists. Before that I have to prepare I think.
And then lights came back and I came back to my room. The shouts of cheer that had erupted the moment ago were all quietened. Everyone had returned back it seemed.
Yesterday there was a power cut after twelve. I walked out. It wasn't dark, for you could see everything. It was soft gray like the fossils and it was uniform. It was like a foggy afternoon, like partial solar eclipse. There were no odd discomforting patches of light illuminating a locality. It felt like underwater - the entwined branches of trees moved as I walked and the sky remained steady.
I want to become a ghost that walks the streets at nights, a ghost without a body, with no hunger or sleep or relations, just a ghost that sees, hears, feels, thinks and exists. Before that I have to prepare I think.
And then lights came back and I came back to my room. The shouts of cheer that had erupted the moment ago were all quietened. Everyone had returned back it seemed.
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