I don’t know how to start writing this, as this is my first personal blog. Fuck. So this happened when I was a child. I don’t remember what the reason was. Either it was me getting dropped from the scooty because of disbalance and fuckery of my parents, or because of food poisoning I had because I ate that kulfi from that street vendor with that red moving stall with my father’s father, fuck that guy, I hope he is dead by now, or because I got that jaundice, or because I got some other kind of disease, idk.
So when that happened, I had that last image in my mind before I closed my eyes for a blink, and when I opened my eyes after that blink, I was in a hospital room and everyone was staring at me, pretty normal :] (smiley face).
Between that time period, I was in the black. I was aware that I am in the black, not really; it’s hard to explain with words. I was not hearing anything, but everything in that black felt quite and peaceful. There were no thoughts, just a very good, gentle, cozy sleep. It was like I was not the person I am, just like in dreams, the people and me are totally different personalities. I hope my death is like this, but I die while fucking in the dream. That has to be bare minimum.
When I opened my eyes, it was quiet. I was still that different person, but slowly, slowly, as I got aware, every fucking stress came back, noises came back, everything. I am assuming that’s how a baby would have felt in a vagina covered with soft tissues like a pillow, nature’s pillow.