Judaiyaan [ON HOLD]

World?

What is world? What do you think when you hear about world? How do you define it? Is it something about a place? Something about someone? Something about a thing? Everyone has their own world. Some of us even have many versions of it. The world we live in, the world we remember, the world we left, the world we are dreaming. Ask yourself then you can move on to the next after finding the answer. Because from here on, you might have a different view on the world with Samar, Ruhani, Darshan and Mahika.

Their thoughts about the world were all where their dreams were living, where all “impossibilities” had their power. The world they live in was never theirs. It was never the world they wanted. By accepting the stranger's help, without a single idea about it, the quartet agreed to leave the world they live in to be in the world they were dreaming. The wind was different there. They did not have to go against it to live their dreams.

Sadly, the world itself was not always going hand-in-hand with what people like the quartet thought it was. They have their own rules. Strong and unshakable. No one could ever run from it. No matter how far we ran it would always bring us back, with or without the memories of the world we were in before.

Samar, Ruhani, Darshan and Mahika arrived at a world they had never seen before. It was so polluted, catastrophic, cramped and felt so small. They barely had air to breathe. The first impression they had about the place was mess, as if an apocalypse had just happened here. The stranger who brought them to this place handed out masks to them, one each.

“The air here is not so good. You need it to keep you alive,” The stranger said while starting the machine again. “Two hundred meters to the north you will find a house. It’s prepared for you. Wait there till I make contact with you again.”

“You abandon us? In such a ... apocalyptic world?” Darshan looked around. He noticed they were in some kind of a cave. It was damp, unlit and so frightening. He noticed Mahika’s hands still gripping his arm. She was so brave when the stranger approached them and now she was scared like a kidnapped little girl.

“Your joke is not funny at all, behenchod,” Samar pushed the stranger to the wall and pinned him there. His eyes were reflecting fear. Everyone could see that. He gritted his teeth in anger to hide it.

“Either you take us back or I'll make you rotten to death with us here,” He said. Unexpectedly, the stranger gave him a sharp stare back. He gripped Samar’s hand tightly then jerked it off his neck.

“I have done you a favor. Kuch respect dikha do, sir*.” His voice got everyone struck. Samar stepped back and let him go away. They stood awkwardly as the clock ticked down. The stranger stared at Darshan one last time before the machine swallowed him, leaving the quartet in confusion. They did not know where to go or what to do. Neither of it was making sense to them.

“I don't believe him. I should've not believed him. Fuck,” Samar punched the wall hardly. The fact that he was the reason why they were there tortured him so badly. He knew they would not blame him. No one knew it would turn out this way. But if he was more careful in taking decisions, they would not be here. Someone might find them in a while and they would be back to their normal lives.

“Samar, quit it. Self-blaming is the least we should do,” Ruhani said. She still had the nausea effect which was caused by her spinning head. She held Samar's hand immediately to support her, but failed to do so as she lost consciousness right after her hand touched his.

“Ruhi!” Luckily Samar caught her swiftly so she did not fall to the ground. Darshan and Mahika immediately helped him, laying Ruhani properly. Everyone was shocked. Samar rested her head on his lap and checked her response.