"Its here"
Whatever you have come across, read around, found within and elsewhere,
the heavens and the hell - whatever they are; they are all here!
"Someone else spoke this to me through my friend; as i still think sometimes."
It wasn't usual to have a discussion of that kind among us otherwise. We usually are people with fun being the only stuff to get together. That wise getting serious is not so much of a happening stuff anytime; although that night, sometimes mid-December, someplace at Park Street, a chilly winter with the night crawling like a black creepy reptile and the thin needles of mild frost piercing it and forcing it take longer than usual to get done with.
While sitting behind my biker friend i was kind of preoccupied for obvious reasons that by the time we would be at Tollygunge, i must have gone stone and that thin blanket back at home wasn't probably gonna help anymore; no matter even it was set on fire!
"Hey Buddy! Look! Look at that one there! God!"
and the bike went down a few shifts of gears, a huge deceleration and the wheels roughed the roads as if a slave dragged by some harsh master.
And we saw a person almost in no clothes when we were in jackets- shivering; saw him holding big sheets of plastics those to shade customers in those book and magazine outlets. He lit those bits of paper and dry leaves which he collected all evening.
What was about to burn longer thereafter; was what I was already thinking by now. "what would be it my friend, those bits of paper or that hope of his that those will last the whole night? "
"...don't you think we are blessed of some kind; we got no debts to clear, we buy whatever we find, and that person there- It's unfair isn't it"
Meanwhile another person came selling mouth freshening chewing gums, asked us to buy a few as it would be useful someday if not now, as for him he couldn't sell a single of those the entire day.
"Take one Sir; ten bucks only. Use it another day. Didn't sell a single today."
I wasn't out of the last one and this came up too.
And then an angel called up to say she loves me.
I saw i couldn't get rid of the seriousness everywhere; and my eyes raised themselves to my friend. It seemed he had been thinking similar and this is what I heard...
"Its all here my friend, whatever we think of is to happen after death is what actually is happening in front of our not-noticing eyes"
"Truth is here"
"He is what he has done before, you are what you had done before"
"Nothings about to happen... its all simply happening"
"Deeds...all deeds."
I didn't utter a word thereafter. I felt a dead silence warming up my spine against whatever was taking it away before. My ears touched something heavenly for sure.
'That what you just spoke my friend was not you speaking it, I know. Someone else did that in your voice. Or were it you?'
I still sleep some of my nights thinking of those.
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