From the eternal sky, through the windows of her room, the bright sun spreads the sunlight over her face. She wakes up. She turns her face right, and just like the day before, and before, there was no one. All she saw was the other half of the bed, empty. People say that seeing the face of your loved ones in the morning makes your day better, but Riddhi had no one. Being a wife of a soldier, she had to go through this loneliness for a great part of the year. All she could do was wait for his husband to get leave from work, which was seldom, of course. Her husband, Kritarth was appointed in Kashmir, as am army officer and spent 8 months outside home. They were allowed to contact their family once every week in those 8 months and the duration for the call could only be 5 minutes. For Riddhi, that one phone call was the best part of the week. Because, those 300 seconds kept her alive. Those 300 seconds gave her strength to face another tiring week, they gave her hope. Those 3000 seconds were her satisfaction that her husband was alive. People often go on complaining about very little things, get angry with each other o small issues, be it the teenagers, or a mature married couple. They don’t tend to realize each other’s importance in their life, but they should, because some people, who don’t have a person to ask “How was your day?” at the end of every day have serious problems. Riddhi was going though the same. She was running her own parlor, to keep her busy during the week, she was also very determined and focused on her work. Riddhi and Kritarth did not have any kids which added to Riddhi’s loneliness. But despite of all the loneliness, the wait and excitement of the phone ring, which always rang on Sunday nights at 8:00 pm, gave her the desire to pass weeks. And yet, she never complained. Life of the women who are the wives of army men are terrible due to the fact that they have to live with the fear of losing someone who is the most important to them, and they don’t complain because they know that their husbands are serving the county, which is of course, something to be proud of. One Sunday, with all the excitement in the world, Riddhi finished off her day’s work and was eager to receive the phone call. She sat by the phone at 7:45 pm and waited, it was routine for her to sit beisde the phone 15 minutes earlier just to be on the safe side of not missing the phone call. But this time, something was different, the phone did not ring. She became worried and why won’t she? It never happened before, Kritarth never let a Sunday pass without calling Riddhi. Riddhi was tensed, an hour passed and there was no phone call. She called up all her relatives and informed them. But all of them asked her to stay calm, giving the reason that he might have been busy with work. But Riddhi had an intuition that something was wrong. With a temporary masked satisfaction, she somehow slept and passed the night. Next day, as per the routine, she went out to collect the newspaper. Suddenly, she was baffed, her face became red, she stood still as if she was frozen. The paper fell off from her hand and she sat down right in front of the door, and started crying excruciatingly. Everyone outside noticed, and ran toward her to see what happened. But terrified Riddhi couldn’t speak a word. The headline was “Kritarth dead while serving the nation.” And that is why there was no call on the previous day. This news hurt her to another level, it stabbed her. It finished her purpose to live, it seemed like a tasteless life was bitter now. Days passed, and Riddhi was still surviving. Yes, surviving. Not because she cought some illness or something, but she lost a purpose, which was even worse. The recent days after the death of Kritarth, she used to spend most of the day looking at his picture, thinking about him. Despite of the pain she was going through, she was proud of her husband. And again, why shouldn’t she be? He died a dignified death, which she knew, would have satisfied him, because he died serving the nation. This is just what happens with all soldiers. Death for them is not a punishment as long as it comes while fighting for the nation. In fact, it is an honor. And we, the normal citizens should respect that. Yet, we seem to concentrate on other issues which, in reality, are less important. This may have been a simple story, but focusing more on the essence of things like this seems more important to me. We really need to think of changing our way of life because we seem to care less for the nation. The families that have lost their loved ones who were soldiers know the pain. The excruciating pain that lasts a lifetime. They realize what it means to lose someone who fought to let them sleep in piece and happiness. They know the importance of a soldier.
The earth was created by ‘The Big Bang’ billions of years ago. This perhaps, is known to all of us, but the point of curiousness is the no one has witnessed it. For everyone, it’s a fact. One would say that scientists and researchers have proven it though their theories, but again, they’ve not witnessed it.
The idea is to extend our imagination beyond the customary levels. The ideas is to imagine and ask ourselves a question that what if the world we’re living in is unreal? What if one day we wake up and find the world exactly the opposite of what it is right now? The question is common, but the answers are different. Everybody has a unique perspective and these words reflect mine.
We humans have been accustomed to a specific level of thoughts that we’ve forgotten to thing beyond the boundaries. We humans are dependent in nature and on nature too. We believe in facts and the proof for the existence of this world and it’s components are facts. But have we ever taken the time out to consider realism? I think not. These are some uncommon thoughts which seldom come to our mind.
IF this life were a dream and all the people we know or the things we use were imaginary figures. And one day, we snap out of it and all that we know is gone. We step out through the door into the ‘real’ world and see unfamiliar things like trees talking to people, dogs talking in language and everything we considered to be lifeless had it’s own working hands and feet and were lingering with emotions.
It all may seem bizarre to imagine but wondering if things would have been that way, then we would know the drawbacks of our own nature and how we’ve exploited our resources and created a blunder of the worlds we were never really in. And we? We’ll just be standing there, shocked, watching helplessly with a stroke of realization, as we’ve always done. All we’ve got to think now is that all that we knew that existed was ephemeral.
But this alternate world, the world we were now in was beautiful. It had it’s own beauty, because there, people didn’t fight on politics, religion, greed nor were they divided by it. They care for each other, they care for the nature and it’s resources. They value whatever’s in possession and they do the morally right thing. The trees were happy, the birds chirruped and humans served them. Animals were a part of it too, they were satisfied because they weren’t pointlessly beaten up and craved. Everything and everyone has a ‘life’ there.
But in the dream or the ‘unreal’ world we all are unfortunately in, the trees don’t speak, the animals don’t talk but what is interesting is that they ‘depict’. But there too, we’ve been blind all this while and thus, don’t see it. The necessary things are always out of sight. We sure will hear the painful shouts of this world, but all we need is to have real eyes and ears. The chants and cries have always been there as a result of the human tortures, but we’ve been so bust torturing that we’ve got no time to see. We’re nothing but vicious beasts.
I personally wish if all this was a dream and one day I would wake up. Maybe this theory is real and we really do wake up in the afterlife, who knows. Perhaps, this world is the ‘alternate’ one. I wish so. And I sure dream of an alternate world, a world with peace and harmony, a world with love and respect. A world with happiness.
Irrespective of the facts I’ve known till now or the the history of formation of this world, I’ve sure made to believe that this world is an illusion and we’ve been made to pass through using our inquisitive minds.
Concluding, I would want to mention that this genre was really interesting and unique . Perhaps, it will become my favorite too. But the ideology of ‘alternate reality’ is not just imagination now, it’s a dream. Because we have always been living in the unreal.