A Parallel Home

It was ironical as to how people around him seemed like robots working on machines. There were numerous metallic cabins with people furiously tapping buttons in front of digital screens. There were people working on giant machines filling the air with shrill noises. Somehow, he didn't belong there.

He had heard from someone that beyond the river stream situated in the far east, there was a better place. So he decided to wander off, away from the smoke filled place that was now beginning to suffocate him. He began running eastwards with the noise still echoing behind him. He finally reached the river and saw people throwing in machine waste into it. Strangely, the other half of the river was clean with its water letting out a beautiful spark. There were numerous trees planted on the other side of the river stream. That's where he wanted to go. He waited for the robot-like people to finish disposing off the waste. Once they went away on their giant motor vehicles, he went to the river side to have a closer look at the stream. It was just like he had seen from the far end. One half of the river seemed like liquid grease whereas the other half sparkled.

He hurriedly swam towards the other side, and entered a whole new world. There was a mosaic of green trees, soothing his eyes. Numerous birds chirped, welcoming his arrival. Once the patch of tall trees ended, he reached the grass lands and spotted people wearing robes all around. They were scattered here and there, some were sitting and writing down something, some were playing their stringed instruments and some were just swaying and dancing to imaginary music. He felt at home now.

An old man walked towards him, "Welcome home son" he smiled.

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Logical minds struggle to create a hell. Creative minds breathe free in a heaven.