Tornado

You can’t! You can’t! You can’t!

I am fed up of this!

Ok! I have a bullet in my head, but why can’t I get up. As a matter of fact I just woke up. The town is strange though. Well for one, every one looks like me and they all are running from something.

Hey! That was my rocking horse! And is that me dragging it along?! Oh! And that’s me in the school uniform! Me in a superman dress, me as a pizza delivery guy, me as the auto rickshaw guy, me with beard, me in various forms few of them I was, few I wasn’t. Ok. It’s a bit weird. Yes, I saw “Game of Shadows” last night and yes Mycroft’s “He’s all me, me, me isn’t he?” was in my mind but this is a bit of an overreaction isn’t it?!

Anyways all mes are running away, well, also staring at me! As if I am different from them, an alien.

I am you! I am me...am I?...I don’t know.

Also, I don’t feel like running away. There is something calling me, attracting me, pulling me. I go past the flux of running mes. I reach a cliff. Valley below. A tornado brewing. Ok.

So is this what they were running from! Why am I not running?

“Because you cannot”

“Who??”

“The tornado”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“I thought you were smart”

“Smart?! Dude or whatever you are why I cannot run?? Why am I fascinated by you?”

“Fascinated eh! So you are different, I could see it in you”

“Different from? Who are you? I mean actually?”

“I am the tornado. I am all what the past you ran from, was afraid from. I am love, I am responsibility, I am rage , I am truth. I am your one way ticket to peace. All those people you saw were images from your past, all what you were, or you wanted to be. They all. Yes, they all ignored me, ran from me. I defeated them, tortured them brought them down. They hid me in their deepest closests and I kept on brewing . Now, I am a tornado. So, You version 1.1 would you do what you couldn’t do? Or you’ll also run, run like a rat, I would love that. Mauling you has become boring, but this could be fun!”

“Did you just say ticket to peace? Yes peace is what I want. Yes this was the missing link. That’s the purpose of my  life. Finding peace. The calmness. You just gave me a goal, The purpose to my wallowed life. For a life long of peace you ask me could I? Ya. I guess I could. Bring it on.”

My eyes suddenly open and people around me look different. They look more real.

Finally, I am awake.