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Exorcism

That day I was walking past a desert. Nothing except huge sand dunes was in view. I still kept on walking. I tried to remember how I reached there. I couldn't. I started walking with my eyes shut. It was then that I sensed a sweet fragrance. I was startled. I know this smell. When and where did I smell it first? Before I could realize, i felt a cool breeze stroking my hair. The breeze was carrying the familiar fragrance.


For a moment I stood still with my eyes shut. I felt the breeze gently carressing me. Then an unknown pain engulfed me. And I started bleeding from the tip of my fingers. I was crying as well. It continued till eternity. The pain started to diminish.


I opened my eyes.


I was standing under the blue sky, facing the ocean. Near my feet i saw a new-born baby. It was me, wrapped in a thick white cloud. Now, the cloud was emanating the sweet fragrance. I lifted myself and stared in my eyes. They were innocent and untouched by any worldly evil. I said a prayer.


I stepped into the ocean, walking over it. After a few steps I felt that my feet were shaking. The cloud embraced me. I stabilized. I could still smell the fragrance. It had stirred my soul. I was feeling everything except fear.


Where did I smell this fragrance? What brought it back to me? Did it realize that i was alone? Will it permeate me forever? Or, will it disappear and leave me alone once again?


I kept on wondering...
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Anonymous said…
Saggi..are u alright..u seem to be hallucinating a little too much!
04 February, 2008 21:13
Anonymous said…
good thought, but why a negative feeling at the end!!! I guess the baby needs someone for ever and i will pray to god that the cloud remains by the childs side for ever and ever.... may god bless the child and the cloud too and the two remain happy ever after.. love...
05 February, 2008 00:12
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