I do not have nightmares. I do not fall into any abyss or get eaten up by monsters at night. Neither do I run out of breath while breathing is the only external action of the body. Precisely, I do not sleep when the Sun sleeps. When I actually close my eyes, I encounter most gruesome visions. I get trapped in earthquakes, I get killed by terrorists, I even see people close to me suffer. I wake up into bright light all around me. At times I feel like going back into my visions but mostly, I feel relieved coming back to reality.
In my reality, space is covered with books and time with responses. Rarely this continuum throws defects at me : singularities. Someday I might just slip into one of them to be trapped for ever. In this universe, there is no free particle. Freedom is the best example of a local variable.
Let's decouple my space and time for a paragraph. Books have guided me for the better part of the last decade. They have taken on the role of light and made my apparitions possible, whenever and wherever those might have been. I cried when I saw Dumbledore die, I saw Nabinkumar free birds on the streets of eighteenth century Kolkata, I was present when Nirmal realised that he was never a match for Fakir. Mostly, I don't care about the words. May be in this cold universe, I am another cold human being. But as in physics, defects are present and they are fun! Words sometimes formulate worlds and suck me in. It is during these circumstances that we realise the meaning of potential. The usually cold human being turns high on emotion. In this high-emotional regime, space and time get coupled. Words lead to actions and one such action is to pour more words in this labyrinth.
Just in case you're wondering about this writer, I must mention that he is extremely talented. He is waiting to be trapped into one of the singularities and to eventually apparate in the form of an idea-burst through the horizon.
Well, I just woke up. Welcome back to reality.
In my reality, space is covered with books and time with responses. Rarely this continuum throws defects at me : singularities. Someday I might just slip into one of them to be trapped for ever. In this universe, there is no free particle. Freedom is the best example of a local variable.
Let's decouple my space and time for a paragraph. Books have guided me for the better part of the last decade. They have taken on the role of light and made my apparitions possible, whenever and wherever those might have been. I cried when I saw Dumbledore die, I saw Nabinkumar free birds on the streets of eighteenth century Kolkata, I was present when Nirmal realised that he was never a match for Fakir. Mostly, I don't care about the words. May be in this cold universe, I am another cold human being. But as in physics, defects are present and they are fun! Words sometimes formulate worlds and suck me in. It is during these circumstances that we realise the meaning of potential. The usually cold human being turns high on emotion. In this high-emotional regime, space and time get coupled. Words lead to actions and one such action is to pour more words in this labyrinth.
Just in case you're wondering about this writer, I must mention that he is extremely talented. He is waiting to be trapped into one of the singularities and to eventually apparate in the form of an idea-burst through the horizon.
Well, I just woke up. Welcome back to reality.
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