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Random 4 A.M thoughts.

The plate on the table look exquisite, it contained nothing more than cherries, chocolate sauce with a brownie. There was something very intriguing about the dessert, in the end it is the food that you are going to consume, then why it is decorated so brilliantly that you don’t feel like eating whatever is on your plate? Anant thought while sipping an expensive coffee. He didn’t know from where this coca beans are coming from or what is so exceptional about the coffee which his lips has just tried out. Of course, it has sent some chills down in his mind and slowed down his nerves. Just the way caffeine should work.

Anant didn’t think a great deal about the dessert after that, after all he has spent 150 dollars on it. He plucked up a  wooden fork, struck a bit of brownie along with a cherry and dipped in a deep brown sauce. He bought fork close to his lips, and bit the delicate piece of brownie. It tasted much better than a way it was presented.  The chocolate melted in his mouth, he could feel the warmth right down his throat; followed by the sweet taste of cherry. In some way, the melodious music and the brownie synched in his mind.

Anant didn’t like the chair, it was perhaps one the most uncomfortable chair in the world. He was afraid of losing balance and falling right on his head. Imagine, chocolate sauce dripping from the middle aged man’s mouth while he lay unconscious. He laughed at his own thoughts. He finished his dessert and lit his cigar. The people around, stared at him curiously. Anant asked, ‘What, am I not allowed to smoke?’

They all nodded. He lit cigar and let out the puff, the smoke looked yellowish in the air due to the bonfire burning few feet away from him. He felt dizzy for a while and saw these people who are very, very poor and their eyes shine with the hunger;  while they serve best to the rest of the world. From diamond to the cocoa. Everything that the world is mad about, everything we know and we do not recognize. He wiped sweat formed on his forehead; and said, Hey! I am not coming back.

Anant saw all of them have come very near to him. A lot of dark bodies that appeared like a black hole to him now; surrounding him and making it hard for him to remember clearly, he stubbed his cigar and tried to talk but the words didn’t come to him. They all died now on his parched tongue. The gobble of sweat formed on his head, but he could still hear the music coming from the speakers; where were these speakers? Yes, he picked the song, it is from the album Aqualung by Jethro Tull. In confusion, he didn't understand where this music is coming from… his head grew heavy and in the next moment he passed out.

When Anant woke up; he saw the crisp light in his room. He watched the ants approaching his plate of brownie, smeared with the chocolate sauce. He walked towards the bathroom, taking every step carefully, his head light as feathers. He closed the door behind him and heard the clack sound  as the door locked.

When he sat for a dump, the gobble of sweat started forming on his forehead again. He lifted his gaze; and saw black bodies dangling towards him.

The flock of pigeons sitting on the window lid flew after hearing the frightening  scream. 

Reviews

[Sarah Wilson]

Very good, thought provoking and intriguing. Would read more! Some of your sentences seem fragmented or have a word or two missing, but its done in such a good way its still readable

[Mayank]

Thank you for the honest feedback, Sarah.

[Matching Socks]

Very eerie sort of story, your titled leads me to be believe this was some drug or alcohol induced hallucination. Creepy. Thank you, enjoyed the read.

[Mayank]

Thank you, Ana. Just experimenting with words.

[Dayran]

Its a curious view of what the human mind can get into. It does transfer itself ... to other objects ... and becomes them ... especially if we empty the mind first of its previous habits. But finding a new way to substitute for social conditioning might be important. Otherwise we simply merge into everything in the environment without understanding its purpose.

[Mayank]

I agree with you, mind is the true wanderer. It can transform and can take various shapes, that consciously or unconsciously affects us. I tried, exploring the corners of brain that are dormant.
Thank you for the feedback.