
Suddenly everything went blurry and then red and then black and finally white... Suddenly… nothing.
Suresh woke up lying on the floor coughing. As he opened his eyes, not used to that much light, he started to realise he was in a grassy field.
'Where am I?' thought Suresh.
An unbelievable green field surrounded him, like he was on top of a hill. A little bit ahead of him there was a gate and further down a house.
Holding his head because it hurt, Suresh got up and crumbled a little until he could walk straight towards the gate.
It was a huge gold gate and it was locked. Suresh didn't know what to do, but suddenly he noticed a bell with a string attached. After he rang the bell, nothing happened for a while and then a girl appeared from nowhere.
'Can I help you?' she said in a calm voice. She had fair hair, blue eyes and a pale skin sparkled with freckles around the nose. She was wearing a white dress and no shoes nor socks.
'Where am I?' asked Suresh not noticing her beauty.
'What's your name?' she asked but not ignoring what he said.
'My name is Suresh, but I would like to know… where am I?'
'Ermm... Let's see... Suresh Rukh? What is the last thing you remember doing?'
'Yes, Rukh... How do you know?... Err... I was in the bathroom... Well, I don't know... It's all blurry.'
'Well... hello, Suresh. I'm April. You are in my mother's house by mistake, I believe... Well, I'll call her now and she will know what to do.'
'Okay.' said nervously Suresh has he looked around trying to assimilate everything. April disappeared and in her place like magic an identical woman appeared.
'Suresh Rukh, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.' the woman cordially said while the gate opened 'I'm really sorry for this mess, honey. But I need to have a quick conversation with you and then you've got to go back to where you've came from.'
'What?' Suresh was so confused that as the gate opened he stood still, incapable of moving.
'Suresh... dear... why did you kill yourself?' the woman said in a maternal way and everything came to Suresh's head...
The future wedding, his fiancée, the bathroom, the bathtub with red water, the blades and his wrists...
'The wedding... I couldn't go through with it... Our families arranged it... I don't even know her!'
'I know, sweetheart, I know... It's not on purpose... It's a tradition that maybe your generation will change...'
'What a horrible tradition! It's like I don't have an opinion, goals in life or even think for myself when it comes to love...'
'It worked with your parents, Suresh... And don't get mad at me, it's not like I made the rules. Oh, well, maybe indirectly I did...'
'Who or what are you?' asked Suresh rather scared.
'You tell me... Am I life? Am I death? Ala or God? Buddha or Shiva? Mother or Father? Whatever you want, just choose... But quickly, we're running out of time...'
'Oh, I see... This is heaven then?'
'Something like that... But look, you'll return to earth and you won't remember a thing... So, you can ask whatever you want.' said the woman like she was proud of knowing everything there is to know.
'Why do I have to go back to that hell?'
'Because everyone is expecting you and you have a wedding to attend.' Suresh's face fell with disappointment and sadness. 'Oh, no, no, no… don’t get upset. How do you think Kareena is feeling? She’s part of the marriage too. '
'I know… I know… It’s unselfish on my behalf, but I don’t want to spend my life next to someone I don’t love.'
'Hear now… I’m your life coach; I’m the reason for which you exist… if I knew you’d suffer that much I wouldn’t have put you there. You can’t run away whenever it suits you… this place would be overpopulated if it was the case. I promise you one thing… your wife will support you in whatever decisions you make, she’ll be there when you get sick or fed up with everything. And maybe, one day… you’ll learn how to love her and respect her for what she truly is.'
'Do I have to go now?' uttered Suresh
'Yes, please. Make me feel proud and love your wife above all. Just… don’t make your children go through that.'
'I’ll try. Thank you.'
'You’re welcome.' Mother whispered. Suresh turned his back to the gate and started walking towards the place where he woke up until he disappeared. April appeared again next to Mother and told her:
'It’s so sad to see these lost souls.'
'Oh, honey, they’ll never stop coming for answers. But this one will take a while to return.'
8 comments:
Wow! That story was so well done! And you say I write better? You have got to be kidding me!
I love how this story transmits hope. Not only to Suresh, but also to the next generations. That's what we need. Hope.
Again, very well done!
Congratulations
=D Thanks, baby.
I've just uploaded it... you're really a quick reader!!
I’m glad you’ve like it, because it’s not a common story… usually people find this conception of heaven offensive or something like that.
But, I’m very happy to please you. =D
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I have to agree with Vanessa. Joana this story is amazing! I really didn't know that you write so well! Congratulations! Oh my God, it's beautiful! Love the descriptions!
Post more baby!! :D
Why don't you continue that story? :p
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Catarina, about your other post...
:P Pleaaaase write that story and make them fall in love, get marry, have kids... :D A whole life of joy and love because I think they really deserve it.
One condition: If you want to put an age difference between them, make it… SMALL!!! Five years maximum!! :P :P :P :P :P
:P Just kidding...
Thank you for both your comments...
Right now I'm incapable of continuing this tale… Yesterday morning, while I was waiting for the bus, I came around a story… whenever I can I’ll finish it and post it.
Vanessa… I’m waiting for “Graham and Sonia Love Story - Part II”!
Kisses***
PS-I love communicating with you through the blog.
Seriously Joana... do I have to "shout" at you again? Cause, girl, I will. And it ain't pretty. =P
Just embrace the age difference, honey. Embrace the age difference.
Who knows, you may fall in love with a guy who is 20 years older than you and you may live happily ever after.
Hey... it could happen =D
Vanessa, Joana has a problem with age differences, but she's the one likes younger boys :p Ahah I forgot it for a while, but it's true! So, stop talking about the age difference, girl! But I promise that their agr difference will be just a couple of months :p They were born in the same year :D
I'm sorry but... Aahahahahahaha!
Joana, she's on to you! Oh, she's on to you! =P
Speechless again!!!!!
Your “Trip to heaven” story is amazing. I loved it.
Congratulations on an outstanding piece of writing.
Keep it up, girl.
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