Through the wide window of my room, in the 7th floor apartment, I could clearly see the sky, still lying on my bed. Also I could see the city that sprawled all around, taller buildings at distance, numerous dwarf houses, occasional green patches, and a bustling road with shrill sounding high fuel efficiency bikes. The view of the blue sky was soothing, at least as long as I was in that air conditioned room.
And the sky started changing; now blue started dissolving in the background and in the foreground started appearing strange flying birds like a swarm of locusts, as if they would plague the city and in no time would cut off the sun light. On a keener observation I found out that these birds were metallic, they in fact were fighter planes.
They cut off the sunlight, their number was overwhelming, and they had plagued our city finally. Bombs started dropping from them like beat of birds, becoming bigger as they came nearer. Taller buildings were coming down, green patched were more of yellow fired patches.
I felt helpless as I had never felt before. With so many planes dropping bombs even the messiah could be sure of death. I found no use escaping, where would I escape to? Any other place would be only more dangerous. I was seeing death before my eyes. Any moment I would be dead. It was so different from what I had always thought the death would feel like. There were no memories, the life didn’t come flashing by before my eyes, and all notions of death were defied.
There was acceptance, fear, and helplessness. I had accepted the death, I was afraid just because of conditioning, and I could really do nothing with all the clout that used to linger all around me.
This day was to come and so it came.
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We would fight for everything. We would fight for food, water, air, land; you just name it. Our sole aim was superiority; there was nothing in absolute that we could be satisfied with. There was hatred in our hearts.
Only if we were one nation, we would we so prosperous. We would be all happy and would have so much in bountiful quantity. But we hated each other. We would get our heads slit rather than bow. Mutual agreement was well beyond our pride.
So we always fought. That had in fact become our reason to live; to kill the other.
We were as good as dead.
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I always wanted to have a house in the hills, in the quite of some valley, where I would have only minimal and could meditate day and night and relish the nature and live the natural way and die one day in the bosom of nature. If you accept nature’s way, nature cares for you. You can never starve at nature’s hands, if you learn to live in nature’s way. I wanted to drift back to the stage of primordial nature.
But I could not leave this civilisation, hardly civilised civilisation.
I had made numerous relations, bound myself with numerous obligations, getting out of this web seemed completely impossible.
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But that one day I left, left that 7th floor apartment in which I lived. Long before the sun was awake I got up and just left. Walking the empty streets and reached the railway station, bought the cheapest ticket to the last station where-after the slope of the mountains stopped the wheel, where-after started the kingdom of nature in much of its primitive form.
Never before had I travelled in such a crowded, non air-conditioned coach in train. I sat at the door hanging both of my legs outside. There was no space to even stand inside.
The sun had finally awakened, the sky had gotten blue. The day had progressed and the train had moved some distance from the city. Then farther away I saw that in the background of blue sky, the city was stormed by strange birds like a swarm of locusts, as if it was plagued. Seeing better I found that the city was being bombed by fighter planes and I was aboard the last train that ever left that city.
Last order that I issued with my sovereign pen last night, before finally retiring to my suite on the 7th floor, was to storm the enemy state with all our fighter planes, inundate the city state with all our bombs, and let the enemy state rest in death, the next dawn. And overwhelmed with my desire to live, meditate and die in nature’s bosom, I had taken the elevator to my room.
Like cloud the planes shadowed the city states and bombed them to death, ending the enmity forever and with no base left for the planes to return to.
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