Voices

Red room. People talking. No windows. No doors.

“I like shadows!”

“You like shadows?”

“You mean shadows, shadows??”

“What are you two surprised at! Yes I like shadows!!”

“You’re a creep!”

“Why?”

 “No I am not a creep! I mean look at them.. no caste, no creed, no identity, no being, All in one and one in all.. there are no objects, no animals and no humans in their realm, all shadows!”

“Also, all black, all monotonous, all bound, all creepy!”

“Yeah! I mean consider this.. they accompany humans all their life.. and they creep these very humans out! Alas! them shadows... despicable them shadows!”

“Leave it! You two wont understand!.. by the way.. speaking of bound.. wonder what a feeling would be... to be free?”

“Freedom!?.. look at you.. I guess you have forgotten, we are in a bound red room! Who is incharge of the interiors here by the way??”

“Wait a minute now... our guy here might be upto something.. carry on.. you were saying about freedom..”

“Ya.. see I am not implying humans are free.. all I am saying is they can feel the feeling for a fleeting moment, before getting sucked back into reality.. where all they have is the illusion of the feeling.. the original is long gone!..”

“What a piece of worthless crap!”

“Oh come on now.. I am actually interested in what he is saying.. What of the fleeting moment of freedom then? What is the nature of it? How can we contain it? Can it be contained?”

“Excellent questions!”

“Oh shit!”

“Sush you!!”

“See I don’t think the real feeling can be contained.. but I wonder if they can be made worth while by stopping that process of being sucked into the system again..It however is inevitable, until we live. Until we live...”

“Oh dear god! We have a philosopher among our midst!.. yes yes..very pretty.. very charming.. can we please stop this nonsense!”

“You are ignorant you know that!!... guy has a point here.. so you mean to die with content than to live with the illusion of it? Hmmm..”

“Exactly! Imagine a super villain.. baddest of the bad dogs.. done it all, seen it all types.. meets the protagonist..Now this hero of ours is burning with rage.. ties this badass to a table.. takes a butchers knife.. about to cut this guy into pieces..but you see..as the knife approaches the villain.. He might just be relived.. he was anyway bored..and best of all before this feeling of wisdom vanishes.. he will be mince meat! See what I mean??”

“This is it! shut it! Just shut it! Thoughts imagining thoughts..could this day get any worse??”

“No! You shut it! Through out the discussion..not even one productive element.. and all criticism!.. you know what your problem is mate.. All your doors are shut! and keys thrown away!.. The guy is trying to say something.. but no.. you are mister know it all!.. You know what in your headache you actually forgot we are your thoughts! It is your mind who is making us talk! And you are the one to grumble! Its your head... you are the one who did the interiors!.. you are the damned head master of this school!! Now, Shut it and go to sleep!!”