The Lost Sanctity

She carried on her journey, walking past dead human beings, walking past live beasts, walking past the light house which was as dark as it could get. She wandered around in the narrow streets, roamed through eerie alleys and narrowly escaped dozens of savages. Light was nowhere to be seen, shadows were surrounding her, silence was following her and life, well that she never had. As she entered the ciudad dé entierro- yes the city of funerals, a sign board read:

“Welcome to the River Town”.

“Oh! So they have a river in there as well. That is going to be fun.” She murmured.

Fun, felicity, ecstasy; these were the very things she had been running after through out her journey- a journey she was reluctant to describe as life- a journey that had taken her through the unconscious mind of a child to schizophrenic one that she possessed now.

“The journey never ends.” She remembered her son, who was now dead too, quoting a Gandolph dialogue from the famous movie “Lord of the Rings”.

“How very true it is!” She thought.

She was in the down town now, around her were towering minarets built with dead bodies- corpses not even stinking- corpses looking as if they were euphoric- corpses bound together with one single string- corpses… There in one corner, I stood above a rock. She looked into my eyes, I looked into hers. Lightening crashed- her eyes got closed again. I knew at that very moment, that I don’t have to keep my eyes open as well; so closed they got. My mind was blank and black as a night in Brazilian rain forests- nothing can be seen- beasts roar your heart apart- still your sense of adventure makes you do things you never would do in your sane mind.

Refusal- I wanted to open my eyes again- but refusal was all I got from my eyelids. Why? I wanted to ask- but refusal was all I got from my brain. I wanted to breath- but refusal was what I got from my lungs. So, I finally wished for my heart to burst into pieces- wishing that it too would refuse to obey me, but it never did. There I was, lying on the floor in hundreds of pieces.

She opened her eyes, looked at me again and smiled for the first time, may be in her entire life. I opened my eyes too, looked at her and smiled as well. This time it was not me alone repeating the same exercise; there were hundreds of other pieces of me, the mirror, doing the same as well. She turned her back at me, and walked towards the corpses again. Another beast she is, I thought and became the shining star in the sky above.

She was now walking amongst beasts, more alive than anyone else in the entire city. They never said anything to her, never even stared at her. They were all so busy- all so fuzzy- all so occupied- that nobody even noticed her. She felt embarrassed- she had always thought that her stupefying good looks were more than enough to catch even the brutes’ attention. Now she was traumatized, she wanted to know- wanted to know why all the humans are dead, and why all the beasts are scurrying and rushing past her. She asked a beast to stop, and it didn’t even listen, snubbing her wholly. And then she saw it; every one was rushing towards a building across the block. She went close to have a look for herself.

The board on the top of the building read:

“Sanctity of life lost. Awards Ceremony”

She ran inside and joined the race to get her own award for her part in making it conceivable.