“are you game?”

There he was, again!

It appeared different to him that day. A blinding beam of light hit him as he opened the door. As the scene came into focus he noticed, a Megaphone!

“Which game are we playing today Master Roy?” it bellowed.

“I’m not in the mood for games, Mindy!”

“That’s the perfect mood for playing games, sir.”

The entire scene started to whirl and twirl and he felt as if someone was twisting his entire body by the ends.

A railway track appeared (toy sized mind you); a tortoise on roller skates was skating along the track, carrying a sign which read, “U’s ahead” in a giant roman italic font.

Clueless, he started to tread the unknown path.

The brick wall transfigured into a long hallway.

Small rooms, rather cubicles were dotted along the hallway path along with a swinging bulb suspended by a thin and long string.

On turning the knob of the first door, the bulb fell to the ground and broke into a thousand splinters, and a section of the hallway broke off. He must visit the remaining twelve rooms, so as to get a clue in order to escape.

The First Room housed an urchin. He appeared to be in a great haste, all the stuff lay scattered around and it felt like as if he wants to buy all the stakes at a major company. Clearly, he was smeared in the paint trying to scribble some very important letters in the wall. He looked at the older guy, gave him a nasty look and redirected him to the other room!

The Second Room had a screaming and angry kid. He had a cricket bat in his hand and was absolutely busy perfecting his cover drives, he couldn’t help but admire that little kid’s perfection!

Sweet melodies were flowing from somewhere not very distant. Not bothering the sportsman, he left for the Third!

The Third Room seemed like it belonged to the happiest person in the universe, the room was bright, loud music was playing and the teenage kid was busy with his cellular phone, blushing from time to time.

“Not here mister! Can’t you see I’m beseeeee !” the young guy told while moving from side to side.

It was getting monotonous for him right then, room after room!

“Where am I stuck?” he said to himself.

Just then, he realised the hallway was normal again, the bulb was back!

So, confusing!

The Rooms were gone!

In turn, they were replaced by some sort of a common room, a very luxurious one.

Two large sofas were placed at the centre along with a recliner.

A total of nine people were sitting there!

Roy became more perplexed.

He approached the gathering and asked

“ I don’t seem to remember getting here in the first place, would y’all please lead me to the exit?”

All of them guffawed till they fell short of breath.

“You wanna get out eh? No one ever gets out!” said a blind old man who got up and started pacing up and down the room.

A middle-aged man reached his arm out and spoke,” you have to be here sir, why don’t we be friends?”

Just then he received a text, it read

“150 is the limit you brainless oaf!

-DURNBAR”

His face became pale as he read it and refused to shake hands with the man.

Other guys didn’t reply, all of them were middle aged and very suave, busy in their works!

Feeling helpless, he buried his face in his hands and tried to shed a tear or too!

Having cried, he raised his head.

Ah!

The Megaphone was back.

The Tortoise was dead.

“What’s all this Mindy?” he asked

“You ask yourself, Master Roy! You come here every day to find the meaning of your life and fail miserably. You just saw what you wanted to see, the perfect representation of the stages of your life, or at least as you had wanted it to be. But, you are so disillusioned now, you cannot even recognise your original self….

Memory is not like a hard drive, it’s like a puzzle, but, the pieces might change from time to time,

Our mind is like a dipole, if you apply too much potential, it just splits! Your trip always darkens your mind, but you repeatedly come here over and over again,

The past comes here to console the future, the future to console the past… the journey or the time taken to come here is the present!

You need not travel great lengths or do great deeds to find the meaning of your life, home is where we can gather grace.”

As the last words were echoing through the room, Roy saw the Megaphone transform into a door.

He turned the door knob and a bulb lay shattered somewhere, then he closed the door behind and walked past the big neon sign which reads “WELCOME TO YOUR MIND” and opened his eyes to

Darkness.

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