She was going to enter into the womb of the oblivion. She had witnessed spectacle of consciousness and shadows. Deja vus, preseque vus and jamais vus and all other unnamed games memory plays in this Matrix. Her existence had boiled down to fighting torment of Chronos-despite all her perfections she had no motive to carry on in her existential nightmare where she had seemingly unraveled all pristine and crude layers in a most gruelling and shocking fashion. None of her friends were left now, they fell one by one as she kept walking, then her relatives fell and then her family. Her dreams had died when she was merely a teenager and now reality was an onion with infinite layers. The void kept sucking her into it but she heard a soothing voice and turned back.
It seemed like an unknown voice but it was so distinct from all others she had heard all her life. Whose voice was it? Was it her master or her friend or another half of her soul calling her back? The voice told her that she couldn’t leave until she heard it for she would not be complete until she heard it completely and she stopped in her tracks. She turned back trying to recognize the distant voice which sometimes seemed like that of a long lost friend and sometimes seemed like that of her masters. She also thought it might be demons and ghouls misguiding her in old anfractuous bylanes–she had explored all of them before and she wasn’t interested. But what if it was the voice of her one and only real master? Her twin-flame, her soulmate, her love and life. She told the womb of oblivion to wait for her and started walking back. Continue reading “Meera Meraki Master!”