LOve in the 3rd DiMensIon......

Prologue

It did not feel the way I anticipated, it probably would. But nonetheless it felt no better either.

I dint know if it is just my imagination, my dying brain playing last breath games with me, or is it real, the burning, a signal continuously being sent by my nervous to prove or should I say assure me I was really dying.

Well this must be an understatement because nor I am relieved to die, no one is, for that matter, and neither is the harsh burning lessening.

But whatever given the situation, I am sure I am dying and nothing could be done to save me, actually, saying precisely, even he can do nothing but watch and lament as I burn to death.

And slowly now the burning is receding taken over by the chill cold. Now its too cold to even beat a heartbeat.

Everything that is happening, I do not know what to feel about it. Should I be happy to leave this world, or should I be worrying. Well it should seem a clear choice to the normal, to feel worried. But me, I am far from normal, at least now. Once upon a time, in another life, I was, what is called averagely, or normally normal. But the day I stumbled on the Secrets, his Secrets, gone were the normal days.

But whatever, I did not have time to even feel and think this over, about what to feel and all.

Just like the burning had started, the chill went down, and so were the blinds for that matter. 

I felt like bungee jumping in the amusement park. Just as it had all started, it had stopped. Suddenly there is an adrenaline rush, strong and blissful, and then I feel like floating mid air. 

I wait for the feeling to go, for me to land back on ground with a thud and some injury, maybe not with that much pain, but at least to fall on my knees and out of breath. But lo, nothing happens and I am still mid air, now even the adrenaline rush drained out of me. I feel panicked and calm, somehow on a single go. I feel flustered and kick weakly but desperately, for some invisible ropes to break and let me fall. But nothing happens and then I realize. I am what I was anticipating. 

  I am DEAD.  Dead as a duck as they call it, funny, I don't paddle along the air.

The lights now coming back to me, my senses becoming brighter somehow, I grow accustomed to the lightness in me as soon as I open up to my new vicinity. I look around, grow accustomed to everything, look out for threats, and to find something, anything I can relate to and know what happened, really.

And then I see him, waiting, waiting for me to realize and run into him, waiting so that he can shout all over me to have made a mistake by sacrificing the holy life. But I on the other hand, am content even after all the pain I have gone through, just to be with him, even if it means to be DEAD-as a duck.