The calling
The calling
It had been 2 months since I stepped out of the house. It was as if I had forgotten how the outside world looked like. I felt nauseated by my surroundings. There was too much time to kill. I missed going to school. I missed my friends. My siblings didn't need much of a trigger to end up murdering me. The world had been hit by the COVID pandemic. The news wasn't any better; The main headline remained to be about the pandemic. The headline was accompanied by a small table keeping a count of the number of cases and deaths. They were increasing rapidly. This disease was spreading like a wildfire. looking at how people were suffering made me terrified and more cautious. I felt as if the responsibility of keeping my family safe was on my shoulders. And sometimes due to my impediment would cause me to break down. This Pandemic caused nothing more than despondency. It felt as if nature was waging a war against us. Right now I sit beside my window viewing my surroundings longing to go outside. I was viewing my surroundings longing to go outside. This had all happened so quickly. It seemed just yesterday the first case had been found in Wuhan and today it is all over the world. Suddenly a noise in my head said 'wake up' and my surroundings started to fade. I heard the voice, more pressing now, saying 'Wake up!'. I woke up with a startle. I was sweating. I was having a bad headache too. I looked around me. To my surprise, there was no one around me. It all felt so eerie. The dream didn't feel like one. It was as if I were in it. I got out of my bed and started getting ready for school while trying to forget the dream. While eating breakfast I told my mom about my dream. "Are you sure the headache isn't too bad ?" she asked." No mom, It's fine." I reassured her. That was a lie. It was aching severely." Hurry up, you don't want to be late for the first day of school after the holidays!" my mom said. She was right. I got up after eating and went to the small temple in my room. I was a religious person and believed in miracles. I believed with hard work we need a bit of luck. I closed my eyes and chanted in my mind. Just then my mom shouted from downstairs" Myra, you are getting late!"I got up, picked up my bag, and left for school. I reached school to find my best friend, Saanve waiting for me. She smiled at me when she saw me. I ran and hugged her. "I have missed you so much!" I said. " Me too!" Saanve exclaimed. On the way to the class, I told her about my dream." must have been a nightmare" saanve said." As for the headache take some medicine." I smiled and took out my book. But the next morning I again woke up with a startle. The dream had repeated itself. It kept on repeating itself. And I had a bad headache that always felt eerie. I was getting worried. So did My mom and Saanve." I think I should take you to a specialist. This might be due to you taking too much stress." My mom said. Her voice was full of gravity. I had to hear the same thing in school by Saanve." I think your mom is right, Myra," she said sounding serious," you should consult someone." "Fine," I sighed. So I started taking therapy. But the dream didn't Stop. It kept repeating and every time it showed things were getting worse. I was tired. It had been 2 weeks and the dream didn't stop repeating. I got up and started reading the news while massaging my forehead. I started reading through it trying to push the thought away of the dream. While reading a column caught my attention. Its headline read " A Mutation."I kept reading further, filled with curiosity. The article stated-
"A family Living in Wuhan has been affected by a mutated virus. The virus is a part of the family of the coronavirus. It has been named COVID-19. IT is contagious. Scientists are testing it for further information."
I was awestruck. I was staring at the newspaper with My eyes bulging out and my mouth open. I read the article several times. The details exactly matched my dream I felt as if I had been hit by an arrow. “Myra, are you ok?”Was I God's messenger? Did I predict the future? Did god finally appear in front of me? Was my 'dream' really a vision? While trying to process all of this a voice whispered to me "Save Them."
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