She was still amused in her world. Finding new caves, new tunnels, new alleys and new abyss. She was more attracted towards the unfathomable abyss. She was floating in one of them. A bright blue-green light was seeping in through her porous skin. Was she moving or was it the water? To make sure she stroked her tail. It was the water. Or maybe it was her mind. The red, the orange, the eyes, the sleeping eyes; through the eyelashes the red veins are opening in his mind. Pulsating blood, pumping heart and the cashew nut creases of the brain.
She was floating in his mind.
She met the memories from the other side; she met people from the past. She met aromas and touches. The softs, aggressive and sharp. His mind couldn’t sleep for years. Every moment of his being was there. Even those he was unaware of, and also those which he was deliberately and desperately buried. The smell of the ink and touch of her.
She got amused by the sea of possibilities and restrictions. The vomits of indigestion and the drugs of the dead were still stale. There were smiles and laughter of tears too. And there was a life in the blood and death in the air. Heart was stopping every moment to welcome death. Lung muscles were flexing to hold the moment of the death, and the mind was eager to go on the ultimate trip.
He also wanted the trip, and then everything transcended.
Everything stopped to wake into the other side. He was dead. And she lost her way out. She was trapped in his dream and figments of his mind.
She was missing her sea, her world. She was just thrown out in this city during the post-mortem. She was lying in the garbage in hospital’s backyard.
There were no magnificent lights emitted from the space, just ugly neon signs and sodium vapors. There was no omnipresent scent of memories just the stench of the dead mouse. She was in the real city, the real city in the real world. And she was no one there, like everybody else. She wanted to dive into the sea where her home was, she tried to stroke her tail, but there was no tail. There were two ugly long sticks with few joints and a fin like structure at the end of it. They were stuck to his waist, like everybody else. She saw around and everybody were standing and moving on those things instead of floating horizontally. They were legs. She also tried to stand, with immense effort, but failed miserably, and fell in the garbage. She was sad, and she felt water on her cheeks, seat water, and salty water. She was shocked, delighted and sad. But her tail was still legs.
After few minutes of effort she learned to balance and walk on her new found legs. Now she wanted to find the sea to dive in. she asked for the direction. It was a long walk, and the sun was breathing fire. She was about to pass out, but her natural defense system was still working. Or was it the water that was seeped into her skin. Wherever she was walking or standing she was leaving behind a trail of sea water behind. Her skin and clothes were wet all the time. She was saved by that.
She found the sea by a circular road. It was like a gallery to see the sea. A half opened shell by the sea shore. She was happy. There was still sea like smell left in those dark waters, she moved ahead. But the smell she smelled was of her nostrils. These waters were ugly and had unbearable stench. This was not the sea, it was a huge puddle. Her home can not be in there. Her home was way bright and beautiful.
She didn’t have anything to dive in. she just sat there till the sun dived into it. The atmosphere of this city, this smell of the city was also diving in through her skin, seeping in slowly. Pores of her skin were very numb by now. The city just seeped in silently. She stood up, turned around and saw the sea she was going to live her mortal life in.
The sea of people. The Mumbai city.
