Death

Death

Pia was lying on her bed lost in thoughts.  She couldn't sleep, staring blankly at the wall, her dark eyes searching something. The night had been silent as a shadow until she experienced a landslide that took her to a remote unknown location.

There was fire everywhere. She walked in the heat of fire which was almost unbearable, it burned everything around her. The walls of the buildings creaked, the windows exploded into a thousand pieces. The moist bloody soil, rubbles of metal and stones, the confusion and the faces of people shouting and crying.

There was much blood around, with people's body parts lying everywhere. But she felt no fear as she was just a spectator. 

Everything was blur. Suddenly her eyes met his eyes, the dark black eyes of Prashay, her fiancé. He, who had kissed her and held her within his arms, his skin burned; was dead . A sudden and painful tremor brought her back to her bed. She did not cry , nor did she mourn. Her body was cold as marble. Maybe she could not believe or didn't want to believe. Maybe she was wrong and it was not him. Maybe it was just another bad dream.

Her mind took her to an another dimension, another route and she floated to a room full of candles and roses. Prashay was waiting for her, on his knees with a ring. She was confused, the voices in her mind did not dare to pronounce words.

Moments later, Pia recovered from her dream to find herself back on her bed. Her mind was filled with a flood of questions. Confused, if the present was real. The burden of thoughts was choking her. She decided to go out, put on her slippers and climbed to the roof of her house. She was looking at the vastness of the sky; she observed the stars and thought that maybe death was not eternity. It was gateway to another space, another dimension. A tingling sensation in the heart invaded her thoughts. She could not bear to think of his death. 

Next day, it was his mother who gave her the news announcing the death of Prashay. His office building had caught fire; where he burned to death, but Pia already knew. She didn't cried. She locked herself in her room and looked at their pictures, but there were no tears, just an uncontrollable sadness that would accompany her the rest of her life.