Yesterday was an interesting Friday. I was writing something about my favourite domes related to the church buildings in Kerala when I felt that someone was moving around in the room. I didn’t check until I had finished writing, and then there was somebody standing with my cup of tea. Well, it was not someone whom I had met in person before.
“I know that you always wanted to meet me. It has been your nightmare” the shadowy figure said.
“Who are you? What are you doing in this room, drinking my tea?” I asked.
“You don’t recognize me? This is so unfair. You get to live through your nightmare and it still feels like you never wanted it”.
“Why do you keep talking about living the nightmare? Who are you?” I asked.
“You have been writing about me on your blog and all of your characters have expressed extreme desire to meet me. Yet you don’t recognize me. It is a shame. I have traveled so long, and you just make me guilty of having left my beautiful dark home” the figure said as it looked outside through the window.
“Uncle Dracula? No, he has been omnipresent. There is nobody from the vampire team. It is you. It is you whom each and every one of my characters wanted to see. You are Lady Death” I finally figured something out.
“There you are. You had to figure that out some time. After all, I have been watching you, along with your guardian angels” she said in a relieved tone.
“But shouldn’t that be a dream, and not a nightmare then? Unless you are here to take my soul to the other world. I have been living a useless life on Earth according to a few people. I hope that you haven’t come to please them” I had my doubts.
“No, I have just come here for a friendly chat. It is boring there at the other dimension. There is so much negativity around. Yes, people there are even more negative than you are. Well, they are dead and I am just throwing people into boiling oil. So, you can’t really blame them for being negative”.
“Why do you boil them in oil? Do you eat them?” I asked a doubt which I had for a very long time.
“No! It is just the most common method of eternal torment. A lot of living humans are also given clues about it in their nightmares. I like it more than the others. It is my personal favourite. I leave the others to the minions and my evil twin sister” she added with pride.
“I have heard that there are contributions from insects, wild animals and unknown demonic creatures”.
“Yes, they also ask for a chance to contribute. You know that we have a tough job to do. It just can’t be done by our small team. So we outsource the punishments of the other world to some of the lesser known demons who work for luxurious one night stay inside the hell fire. They love the hell-fire like you people love an air-conditioned room” she said.
“I heard that the Ninth Circle is the worst. It hasn’t changed, right?” I asked her.
“Yes, my evil twin sister is in charge there. Yes, she proves that she is my evil twin sister with her work there. I like calling her that. It makes me feel so much filled with goodness”.
“I hope she stays there then. What I don’t understand is that why you are here when you can do many other things to get rid of your boredom”.
“Well, I know that it was your nightmare to see me. You know my special skills” she said.
“No, it was my dream, not a nightmare. It is not even close to being a nightmare”.
“In our world, we call nightmares as dreams and vice versa. You can simply say that this is ‘A Writer’s Wildest Dream Come True’ for a change” she said.
“I understand. You don’t really have the dreams which are not nightmares, do you? So, will you wait for a few minutes so that we can go for a movie together at a multiplex and also have some expensive tea from a mall? Did you watch Mission: Impossible 5: Rogue Nation? Or Premam which is the kind of movie which you won’t get there? I am ready to watch these movies again – what do you say? Yes or no?” I asked while looking for the movie shows at BookMyShow.
I found the shows of the two movies with the best timings, locations and rates. But when I turned around, she was not there to be found. The empty tea-cup was the only thing left. But I was already expecting her to leave at any moment because the world of the dead is a very busy place; a lot busier than the land of the undead. It is actually a pleasure that she decided to come all this way from a land which is not directly or normally connected this world.
Well, what is a bigger dream come true for a writer or a consistent reader than a character he or she loves coming alive? There can be awards, and I love the appreciation, but nothing like one of my favourite characters entering the world of the living. I am sure that at least some of you will agree to this. This is what ‘A Writer’s Wildest Dream Come True’ means.
***The images used in this blog post were taken by me on my Sony Cybershot digital camera at Wakefield and Kanyakumari.