Photo courtesy Sue Vincent
On the face of it, the corridor seems poorly lit, and hence, slightly eerie, I admit, but only those of us beyond the veil know its true significance: It is a portal between life and the afterlife, a path through which, if we try hard enough, we can reach living humans and communicate with them for a little while. And today, I was going to attempt just that.
As with all things in life, and in afterlife of course, there is a right time for doing everything. And in the case of communication between ghosts and humans, this right time was 2:33AM LWT, or Living World Time, for as everyone knows, time does not work in the same way beyond the veil.
And so, it was at exactly that time that I started making my way towards Roger, who was fast asleep in his bed like any law-abiding human who does not work in a call-center in India. Emily, Roger’s second wife, was fast asleep right next to him, which obviously proves that she too was a law-abiding human and did not work in a call-center in India. If you must know, she was a supermodel, not that it is relevant to this story.
So where was I? Yes, struggling to make my way through the portal, or as you humans call it, corridor. The stories that I had heard about the challenging nature of this seemingly short journey were not exaggerated at all, as I was finding out to my expense. While I could glide and fly at will beyond the veil, taking even one step forward in this portal was a humongous task. The air was thick as sludge, and sticky like treacle (Yum! I used to love treacle pudding!) or coal-tar (Never tried eating it so not aware of its taste). But I had to go on, for it was critical that I speak with Roger tonight.
One heave step at a time, as if in ultra-slow-motion, I made my way down the portal. The resistance against my movement was strong, but my resolve was stronger still…I HAD to see Roger at any cost.
The light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be coming nearer and nearer, thankfully, for it was the night-lamp that Roger always kept switched on in case he woke up disoriented and wanted to look for his glasses so that he could have a glass of water. Roger was one of the sweetest persons in the world, and fiercely loyal to his new wife, for he was just an IT nerd, while she, if you remember, was a supermodel.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally reached the end of the portal. The portal today opened directly into Roger and Emily’s bedroom, as per my specifications to our Logistics Head. I crossed the final barrier, the bedroom wall, and then, I was in their room. And what a lovely room it was, tastefully done, fresh flowers, perfumes, sheer curtains, a wallpaper with a stunning snow-covered mountain on it…in short, just like I would have wanted to be when I had been alive.
Somehow focusing back on the task at hand, I called out softly, “Rogerrrrrr….” Neither of them moved, so I increased my volume a few notches, and repeated in my hoarse voice, “Rogerrrrrr waaaaake uuuuuuup….” Thankfully, it worked this time, for both Roger and Emily woke up with a start.
They looked around, and seeing nothing, were about to go back to sleep when I got slightly irritated and said, “Behiiiind you…you idiot!” They both turned and saw me half in and half out of the wallpaper, bang on top of the mountain in the wallpaper. They screamed in terror, but I was prepared for that reaction. I whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to harm you.”
Still shivering with fright, Roger managed to blurt out, “Then…why are you here? And who are you?”
I replied in an incredulous tone, “Roger, it is me, Anna, your first love. Don’t you remember me at all?” That freaked Roger out further, but before he could say anything, I continued, “My time here is about to end, so I will just say what I came to say and leave. I love you Roger, and I will always keep loving you. You may think that we have been separated permanently after my death two months ago, but I will somehow find my way back to you.”
And just like that, my time was up, and my celestial presence started dissolving into nothingness, but not before I saw Emily draw herself to her full 6 feet 6 inches height in anger, and shout at Roger, “Two months? But we have been married for six months now….You…you…you scoundrel!”
But before I could catch Roger’s defence, I disintegrated completely, and slowly starting reforming in my home beyond the veil. Susan was waiting for me there, as expected. I stretched out my hand, palm upwards, and she quietly placed a 100 Dollars note on it.
I smiled, and said, “That was fun. Want to bet another 100 to see whether I can engineer the separation of Allan and Eva tomorrow?” “No thanks,” replied Susan, “I don’t think I can afford another of your breakup bets Jane.”
Written in response to the amazing Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Details here: Thursday photo prompt – Portal – #writephoto