I have a right to exist
I have a right to exist, he thought. Lately he has been having nightmares. In real time. Like now. The vultures swirled high above the ground, hawk-eyed, circling, waiting for the pray to spread-eagle in death and the burning sands below. Clumps of mesquites scattered between craters of sands extending miles all round the empty vastness. Wrong terrain for mesquites. No, not the terrain, the mindscape of the nightmare was not any Arizona desert, but what was once a city in the southern part of India. The stars and the standardized constellations over-head in the clear skies told his cerebral functions that fact. That was what disturbed him. A clear starry night in south of India and vultures overhead? Vultures in the night! It has to be a nightmare. He woke up, not with a start, for he had been through this surreal landscape that melts underneath his hurtling legs as the latter tried to outrun themselves and outpace the throbbing, pulsing heart that left a spicy feeling in his throat! Familiar feelings. Familiar landscapes reeling out fast and furious like those dissolving-into-each-other music video cuts. That was why he got up not with a start, but to analyse. It was four in the morning, his digital fm radio ricocheted. Groaning, wiping a single bead of cold sweat under his chin, he tried to turn around. The early morning affliction of youth, symbolized by the dent in the mid-section of the counterpane, was strangely there, in spite of a disturbing nightmare sequence. He tried to get back to sleep, secure in the thought of his masculinity, not totally fazed to not remember his fate where he cannot even lose the throb in the groin because of a bad dream! Where is life headed, anyway?
Sleep was not happening. After tossing and turning around for two yawning hours, he swung out of the counterpane, felt the momentary chill of the floor as his feet made contact with it. Reality hit him fuzzily at first, then the fists voluntarily bunched themselves to press the knuckles on to the half-closed eyebrows shielding ochred eyes from frayed nerves, frazzled mood and perturbed excuse for sleep. Slowly he stared the day like Kermit the Frog, not sure whether to lose himself into the slanted rays that have fallen on the floor, spotlighting the zillions of dancing worms of dust, through the excuse for trellises on his single window, or to delve deeply into the philosophy behind the agony of having to make his own morning coffee over an unbrushed foul tasting mouth of his own!
Clap... Lap... Dissolve...
6 Comments:
Well Anand
thanks for being the 1st on the comment. It's a novel and it has to sustain for 200 pages at least I guess. And it may be months before we see the final post with a bi-syllabi "Finis". No, that's not the reason for the intrigue. It's a very surreal mindscape this person is experiencing. The work begins "in medias res" as they say and the plot may not get revealed until well into the book. It's very real actually, the work. It has no pretensions to follow established guidelines of novel-writing. It's about people I have met, lived with, living with, places I have been to - both in mind and reality. It doesn't even have what you call a plot. It's not autobiographical either. Is all I can say now. And why not, post another trilogy.
intriguing....
i'll tell you what. Book need not necessarily be around 200 pages... thats why loads of authors get boring in the middle... You dont have to make it 200 pages... even 50 pages would make an interesting read... if all chapters in your book are as absorbing as this one!!
keep it going!!!!
vbk hi... thanks for becoming a regular visitor to our shores. I agree a book need not be 200 pages long. Example The Old Man and the Sea or Jonathan Livingston Seagull. But my story would demand it. It has to span three sections and across the key 3 dimensions. Characters would span also the 4th dimension. Awrite, am not going to give anything away.
Srini
I forgot to let you know. I thought i left an impression on your guestbook. Apologies. But usually what I do - with yours or Anand's or any other long blogs - is, I save them to HD and read at length. May be I haven't posted comments, will def. do.
thanks for the warm welcome k.k... in both places!! lol...
ok the book sounds sophisticated and immensely interesting!!!!
Perhaps, I am visiting your novelspace very long after you really started. Well. With your threatening of, "You dare not visit here if you don't leave impressions." I better leave an impression. :)
Vivid description. I really enjoyed the poetic feathers in the wings of the story while its preparing for a curious flight.
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