Story prompts

Infinate Lives

Story prompt: Reincarnation is real, but most people don't know about it. You can see how many lives a person has lived, and have noticed two things throughout your lives: People act more mature the more lives they live through, and no one lives more than 13 lives. You are on your last life when you meet someone with thousands of lives, and they are the most vulgar, impulsive, immature person you have ever met.

I changed up the prompt a bit because I thought it would be easier to do it the way I did.

They were the stupidest person I've ever met. I could tell the first time that I saw them that I should have ran when I had the chance. They were chasing pigeons like a child for goodness sakes.

Assuming that they were on their first life, and therefore more childish than most, I had continued walking.

It wasn't until I saw their arm that I stopped.

Most people have 7 to 10 tally marks on their wrist, indicating how many lives they've had so far. But not this man.

His arm was entirely covered with them, no spot left unmarked.

It was impossible.

No one ever got more than 13 lives, and yet here was a man with over a hundred.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to figure out who exactly this man was and what made him so special.

That was the worst mistake of my life.

"Sir, what're you doing, if you don't mind me asking" I asked, a little timidly seeing as I didn't often participate in conversations with random strangers.

"Chasing pigeons of course." Replying giddily, the man looked over at me with a childish gleam in his eyes.

I couldn't help but think he looked a bit adorable with that face.

"Would you like to join me?"

His question surprised me a bit, but luckily I've always been quick on my feet, and answered with, "Sure, why not?"

It had been a while since I had had a bit of childish fun, and what's the worst that could happen?

Boy, how wrong I was.

This man was the oddest person I've ever met, and yet I couldn't help but want to be around him more.

He brought back a part of my childhood that I thought had been lost forever.

My imagination.

We soon began to meet together more often, running around, eating ice cream, and having the time of our lives.

I soon learned that his name was Aksha, short for Akshaykeerti, meaning timeless, and ever growing light, which fit perfectly.

Days turned to weeks, which turned to months, and soon Aksha and I grew closer and closer.

It was during the 3rd month that I had known Aksha that I learned the reason for all of his lives.

There was a reason his parents named him Aksha.

His role in the world was to be the keeper of history, of all of the worlds secrets, of everything that was, everything that is, and everything that is to be.

Most people would be sorrowful to have this responsibility. But not Aksha.

He looks at everything with light and happiness and optimism.

He tells me it's the only way to do what he's been chosen to do.

And I love him even more for it.