Swarg Agaman //Awakening In The Next World//

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Note: Contains one strong curse.

3:07 a.m

Sleep is definitely not my best friend; except afternoon nap, sleep-while-I- study, ungodly hour sleep, and infront of TV sleep. Wait that doesn't seem right! Sleep when I ought to sleep is not my best friend, or any friend at all.
Bingeing Breaking Bad at midnight was not one of my best decisions. Dating my ex for the 4th time still remains first.

See, that's what busted sleep schedule does to you - self criticism and reminds how lonely you are.

Scrolling through Instagram and having oreo number three, I promised myself for the millionth time to fix my sleep schedule. But suddenly...

Tickety-tock-tick.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Is that my mirror? Man, I know my mirror will one day be pissed off for looking at my doomed face every single time, but so soon?
Why was I even awake at devil's hour--at 3 a.m? And who is reflecting this blue light out of my mirror? I should have cleaned it when my mother told me to. Again...

Clutch-clutch.

I frantically leaped with a silent shrill. It's fine, just a dream, JUST A DAMN DREAM. The sound resembled the turning of a locked doorknob.
So now, the mirror was not a Harry Potter Horcrux talking to me, but turned to Chamber of Secrets now.

I was ready to defend myself, whoever comes to kill me. At last I could beat the daylights out of them with my...oreo jar? Okay focus.

C----huuuuu---mmmeeee---hayyyy.

Strange yet familiar, an eerie yet calm voice called me. The voice was neither masculine nor feminine, something in-between. I could understand what it said, but still it didn't make sense. At normal times, I would scream the hell out of my room, but strangely I didn't. I wanted to know the source, I wanted to escape to the light and understand all of it.
Then I decided to do something what any normal Gen-z would do, take out my phone and record it; or call friends or parents or Binod.
I looked for my phone, which was lying at the top of Bibek Debroy's Mahabharat Volume-9. I just started the bulky book and man, the whole 700-something pages book consists of only Yudhisthir and Bhishm talking. Well, my lazy ass swore to finish all 10 volume this quarantine and I have not read it since two weeks.

When I picked my phone, my left hand brushed the front cover, at that exact moment the voice became crystal clear.

Come here. To us. We won't harm you.

I picked the book, folding my arms so that the book would be close to my chest. I tucked my phone and earphones in my short's pocket. Now I was sure they would try to lure me with chocolate and kill me.

"Who are you? Such a fucking coward won't show yourself to a human. If yoy have any guts left, present YOURSELF."
True enough, my knees felt a little weak and my heart might break my ribs but this--whatever this is--will know my worth. Please don't kill me.

The mirror opened itself, but there was no human and thankfully no ghost. Just a black void with parallel blue lights running, somewhat similar to the last episode of Netflix's Dark, where Jonas and Martha travelled to each other's childhood in the origin world.
It tempted me more to go there and find something. Maybe this was a glitch in the matrix, or my dream. The voice diminished to a whisper, nevertheless it welcomed me. I saw the time in my lighted screen,

3:33 am. 9 July 2020.

What IS beyond that door? A part of me cursed myself for the next stupid decision. With Mahabharat's book, my oreo jar and treasured properties-- phone and earphones, I stepped to the void infront of me.

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Confused? Hope you are. LOL.

Any interpretations what it might be? And no, not time traveling.
But is it just a dream? Or someone's mischief?
I might unpublish it later and continue with the standard one, but I have quite a vision about this plot. This is set in the present time, so some informal words here and there. Hope you don't mind.
I think I am having a lil bit problem setting my next chapters of the standard plotline.
Writer's block or some shit idk.
Please bear with me. 🥺
I love you ♥️.