So, I woke up from a deep sleep on Dec 16, 2020. I rubbed my eyes, drank some water, and looked for my mom and dad. There wasn't anyone.
I tried to call them, but my phone wasn't working. I found out, mom and dad forget to take their phone when I searched for them.
I waited for 20 long minutes. But there was no one.
So...so...I...I...freaked out, looked here and there, running on the street, calling mom...mummy, dad...dad. I nearly passed out when I found out there isn't anyone in the neighbourhoods too, in some ten streets.
I ran towards home, entered and turned on the T.V. to watch what the hell happened here. But it was blank; I noticed there was not a single cell of electricity.
I got petrified at the same spot for some minutes.
I went outside again in search of someone or something that could explain or answer my questions.
I went almost to two other cities on my bike. I was roaming on every street that I could see in front of me. But everything was as silent as a sleeping baby.
I felt as I am the last man on earth.
I cried after returning home. It took me almost a day and a half to reach home. The place I could feel safe right then.
There was no one. No one to talk; no one to...to share; no one to stop me from crying.
I am the last man on earth for the past 3-4 months, you know it, Sameer.
So, what should I say, share? Well, I would love to share a story with you.
On the second day of starvation, I ate. I ate with the feeling of, how could you even eat.
The next day, I collected all my broken pieces and thought, "if I am the last man on earth and no matter what happens in the future, I'm going to vanish too someday."
So, somehow I fueled myself with the courage to go outside of the house. There was silence all around.
I gathered some food that will stay fresh over a long period. I took some steps outside with my backpack, started my bike and left without any proper destination in my mind. For the very first time in my life, that happened.
I was riding my bike for more than half an hour. Sometimes, I sped up around 100 km/hr and sometimes, I drove as slowly as possible to enjoy the view.
I was riding my bike for over a day and a half. My back started to stiffen like an extra trained muscle. So I stopped on the roadside.
After two days in the same city I was stopping, I went to an auditorium and performed the first poetry that I had written. I didn't know how I remember that long poetry on the stage. There was no one in the audience but, I clapped for myself.
I felt pretty good for the very first time after everything happened. I had stuck a note outside of the auditorium wall that Sameer was here and made an arrow in the direction I was heading.
The next city where I had reached; was Uttrakhand. And Sameer, you would not believe what a beautiful city that was. I stayed there for almost ten days. I had gone to some of the most beautiful temples there.
I stuck the same note on the temples and some other places too. And when I was standing on a cliff, I felt alive.
There was a parachute hanging in a nearby shop. Having picked up the bag, I went on the cliff and jumped without blinking or having even a single thought.
In the mid-air, I opened the parachute and enjoyed felt the cold breeze rubbing my cheeks. During the landing, I lost my control and crashed into a tree. I got some minor injuries and cuts on the forehead. It took some days to heal, but I did not stop at the same place.
After filling the petrol tank, I left with the same note stuck on the petrol pump too so that one could find me if there were anyone.
Some days passed like that; I rode my bike and went to cities.
And when I came across the border of my country. I was in the ambiguity, should I cross it or not. So I stayed there for one day to relax and to eat something.
When I was roaming on the roads, I saw a library. After spending two hours in a library, I had found some great books to read. I took them with me.
In the night, I climbed a roof of the abandoned house, in an abandoned city, in the abandoned world.
While watching the stars, I opened a book. I did not even know when I slept with the book on my heart.
After waking up in the morning, I had decided I will not cross the border. And, either I will return to my city or will roam in my own country.
So I turned back.
Hey, Sameer in the mirror, do you want to hear a secret?
Well, I will tell you my secret about how I ended up being here.
Well, when I was returning home, I met with an accident. I crashed into a car.
I ended up on the road with thousands of questions like if I am alone, how can I crash into a car? Is there someone else too in the city? And hundreds of similar questions like above.
I stood up, watched inside the car through the window. But, there was no one in the driving seat.
Just a simple message, flashing on the screen at the dashboard, YOU CANNOT LEAVE THE WORLD WITHOUT FULFILLING YOUR DREAMS.
My eyes got widened when I looked at the date. It was still Dec 16, 2020.
My body was on the road. And I was standing beside.
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