“ I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts,
Some fairytale bliss,
Just something I can turn to,
Somebody I can kiss”
- That Coldplay guy
Arwa’s phone rings continuously and goes unanswered. The number ringing on her phone shows private and she’s in no mood to be sold any new mobile contract or life insurance.
“ I want something just like this”
“I vant someting jees like dis..too doo do too do doooo!!!
Thousands of miles away, Musalman opens his eyes after what felt like eternity, a paan[Tobacco leaf] chewing man’s terrible rendition of a popular song was bad enough to wake up even the seemingly dead.
“Where am I?” Musalman asks.
You are here, Sirjee.
Sirjee, where is that ???
No you are Sirjee and you are here.
What happened to the plane? The people ? The aunty, everybody ?
“I am not understanding vat you are saying” the paan guy retorts, almost insulted by Musalman’s tone.
Where am I ?
“Goolambhai said to wait with you till you avaken. Now dat you have done so, I must leave”
“Where are you going?” Musalman tries to lift himself but is unable to move a muscle, literally paralyzed with fear of what he had experienced but no signs around him to give him any idea what had happened. Why is he even alive? How is he even alive?
Put your head down and relax, all will be revealed. For now, aahraam seh, relax and get better sirjee.
Musalman feels the energy escape from his body, his eyes become heavier than a sumo wrestler on a scale.