“You’ll sleep now”

Silence deafened me. With the closure of my eyes darkness was obvious. But it was not the shade of the devil that forbade me from getting sleep. I feared the vision that has been repeatedly visitingme. They say dreams speak about the future. But I was seeing my past. I felt as if those dreams

where answering my ever pondering grey cells. All my life, I’d been searching for answers thatenthral me, answers to questions about my past. My life wasn’t a miserable one. I was born

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mous child of a ‘great man’. A great diagnostician who loathed getting himself ‘treated’.‘Treated’? Just like the rest of the world I didn’t know if he had a thing to be treated for. But the

dreams that came in last week spoke things that pierced my eardrum. It was

‘grief’ that killed myfather. One tiny blunder cost him the life of his patient. No one enquired about the ‘natural’ death of the 65 year old cardiac patient. But the great man who was treating the guy knew ‘if the first ti

error in his professional career’ hadn’t happened

the guy would’ve had few more years of suffering

son earth.But that was the story they said last week. Worse revelations followed. I discovered that I was notthe only soul within my body. Two men resided in me. Ten incarnations (avatars) were not requiredto get the lessons that these two individuals taught me in just one life span. After all everythingserves a purpose. Life plays its role, just like time does. Angel and demon shared my body. I loved tosee smiles everywhere, tried to shower happiness everywhere, failed. God never bestowed me with

his powers. ‘Forget him’ I mocked. “I couldn’t build the empire of eternal sunshine...maybe I coulddemolish the fortress of demons” I thought. That never wo

rked either. Yeah, a lowly mortal I am.I began as a hero, following the footsteps dad left behind. A true hero I was...then. I enjoyed thewarmth of the limelight that lit me. Then I tried to sustain it. The devil was born. Time moved on. Icontinued to be in disguise. I was still a hero to all. The devil however made sure not a lie that was

uttered would end up as grievous blows. So in effect everyone was happy, just like me. ‘Immaculatelies’ are allowed, I figured out.