i was still alive 2

In the time papa rushed in with family doctor Mr. Mahesh. He was also woken up from death sleep because his face was not washed and his eyes were swollen because he worked late last night. He checked my nerves, checked heartbeat, inspected my eyes and said the first word of the morning after my mother stopped screaming,
“Your son is no more”
How could that be possible, I was standing at his back and he declared me dead. I objected and my mother bursted into tears, my grand mother also joined her. My objection voice was buried under the two women’s screams and crying. I saw that the tears which my grandfather was trying to hold were now streaming down his face.
This made me think that I am dead. I could see them, I could see tem all crying. My father who never cried in front of me was hiding himself against the wall to cry. May be he didn’t want me to see him crying. The scene was so anguish, painful for me, for everyone. No one was ready to believe this. My mom jumped to my chest and was pleading me to wake up as I do every morning. She tried everything, she demanded me, she prayed to god, she ordered me on her name, she told me to give me a bike which I was demanding for a long time, bt I, like a bad disobedient boy, did not listened to her, I dint woke up that day, though I wanted to. Dr. Mahesh pulled the blanket over my head, prayed for something, may be for me or may be for my family, because we both were in same state and then as a friend gave my father a shoulder to cry.
I’ve heard that souls fly, if I was a soul then I must fly, I gave it a try and I was air borne.
That was the time when I wanted to cry too with all my loved ones but souls cant cry. I dis every thing to make sure that I am no more now, I walked through walls, I teleported my self to my hostel room in Roorkee, my class and then back to my home. While everyone was crying and I saw everyone crying my mind again diverted into random thoughts. I asked myself
“Why me?”
“Why my soul is not free?”
“How can I die?”
“Do every one passes the same situation after death?”
“If yes, then where is everyone else?”
“If no, then why me?”
“Am I being punished?”
“Is this my punishment?”

That was the biggest pain of my life, watching everyone crying for my death and I can only see them crying, asking god to blow life in my motionless body, asking for my life in place of their life, and I cant go and tell them that “HERE I AM, DON’T CRY”

DR. Mahesh, who was now Mahesh bhai, made call to Rakesh uncle, Anil uncle and several other friends whom I don’t know.

My alarm rang, indicating that it is now 8:00 AM, if my cell had a life like us, he would have never rang, coz then he would have known that I will never woke up, poor he, rang and my father turned it off.

This distraction made him to collect his senses and he went to the other room, he then made calls to all our relatives, friends and other people and I saw how he hold his tears and how he controlled himself from bursting like a volcano every time he was asked “HOW???” it was hard for me to see all this and I was feeling sad, very sad, I was feeling like I never felt ever when I was alive. To escape from all this agony, I went back again in balcony. This time my mind was not thinking any thing possibly because now it had learnt that it did not exist or may be because all its thoughts were washed away by the tears of my family. I saw people outside my house on the street, were whispering in small knots of 3-4 people, mostly ladies. Possibly they I was the point of their discussions. This time my steps were slow, as if they will walk slowly then the time will slow down, bt poor they, they don’t know, or may be they were denying the fact that time does not change its pace for anyone, it make others change their pace.