Purple Haze

Two months clean-a decision I thought was final-was shattered by a sudden, electric impulse for THC candies. Quick decision, immediate action; I was out the door. The vendor was out of candies. Disappointment barely registered; I almost walked away. But curiosity made me ask: "Do you have anything at all left?" He produced a pre-roll, warning it was "SUPER STRONG." I took five or six deep drags and waited. The shift wasn't subtle-it was a high as fuck detonation. My immediate thought: "Good stuff!"

My parents are here. I'd sneaked out around 8:30 PM pretending to buy "something" after putting my son to sleep. Returning, I cued up my favorite track: "Purple Control" by Sajanka. At the 2:28 mark, the music opened a portal. I was plunged into a consuming thought, realizing I was too deep and needed to snap back. Walking to my apartment, high as hell, the mental strain triggered seconds of complete brain black-out. I was disoriented. All I saw was a blurry, trippy scene: a cold, foggy road with melting streetlights ahead.

In those quick, strange moments, my life history began a rapid-fire download. Memories felt digitally "fed" into my mind; with each flash, the illusion was total: I was genuinely in that specific era. The reel started in 2003 (Dubai school/Tamil Nadu diploma), zipped to Engineering days in Chennai - 2008, then flashed to a Norway trip in 2016. This entire temporal kaleidoscope unfolded in seconds. As the scene sharpened, reality locked in: Germany, 9:00 PM, Saturday night. The craziest part? Each past moment felt fully, vibrantly present-as if I were living that era, unaware the subsequent years ever existed.

I finally reached home, still incredibly high. I walked in, chatted quickly with my parents, and immediately sat down with my laptop, driven by the need to document the experience before it dissolved. My ADHD never lets me finish anything in one go, but this time I did. This is my first Wattpad post! Let's go!