Today something strange happen. I was in the lab and something changed inside me after few hours when I wake up in the hospital.
He shouldn't have. No way. After I woke up it seemed like everything was so light around me. Everything had converted into something else which was like colors and then suddenly it changed into real things but the feeling remained. Everything was so light that I thought I could fly on slight movement. So I didn’t move and held the rod on the side of that dirty hospital bed. Was that good? I don't know. Things moving here and there with colored tails and talking to each other like spurting something out of their faces. I recognized my father. He looked like god or angel. He was not like always. I mean not in a literal way but I was watching him under different light. Not much different from my principal. And nobody was different from one another. Lights and lights were everywhere like I was watching a commercial of plasma television. Everyone had a rainbow light surface over them which was scattering with motions and touch. I was feeling something warm in my ears which couldn’t be noticed much because there were strange things happening around. I didn't tell anyone or they would think that I had gone crazy. I did actually. My father showed some care for me and bought tomato soup from the hospital canteen. I liked tomato soup so much that I never had liked anything before in my life. I wanted to drown in that tomato soup because I loved it like I never loved anything ever before. It had fried bread which went in my mouth with a delightful surprise. It was strange how a veg-soup could be so tasty. It was the time and situation I think which increased the pleasure. Father took his car along but I wanted to go by bus. I wanted to be between so many people around me because I was scared. I was scared because of colors that were following me, newness of the atmosphere and the taste of soup. So scared I was that I kept holding one thing or another on the way back home. In the way I saw like everything was different not only in shape but in meaning also. I cannot explain it but I didn't talk to anyone (even I couldn't). Don't know, maybe this condition was side-effect of unconsciousness or aftereffect of medicine or gas. I am feeling a sweet drowsiness and maybe everything would go back to normal. Though, I am not sure if I want this to happen because present condition is pleasant in a way and I kind of liking it. Nature and calm has found its way to me. So even if world would remain like this then I am happy.
Veena
Name : Veena Sachdeva
Age : 23 (at the time of death)
Profession : salesgirl and prostitute
Qualification : high school
Cause of death : suicide
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