I wake up to the loud horn of a vehicle that passes by. I look around. I see colors everywhere. There is a small thin white bread dipped in red color water to my left, stinking badly. A large bag of brown thin bones with bits of flesh hanging here and there is above my head. *boom* I have stamped on something. Ah! It is a golden-colored round filament bulb. I believe I am lying on a thin silver-colored paper plate that is placed on the top of many decomposed items: broken plastic-toys, old clothes, torn plastic cups, decomposed vegetables and two to three layers of decayed sand. This is also round in shape, but definitely a new place to me – spacious but smelly. Previously I stayed in a place that is oval shaped, blood red colored and a tube running all over my body feeding me when I am hungry. I revolved inside freely, I touched the walls with my tender hands and at times, I played football kicking the walls – probably, the best place to live.
A big drop of ice-cold water falls on my head, then on my lips, face, and all over my body – bloody rain! I am shivering. I scream louder and more loudly hoping someone can hear me. Someone with sharp big white teeth is looking from the top of this round-shaped well; I think she is a dog and yes, she is a big brown dog. She barks. I scream aloud, and then she disappears.
My bad! It is raining heavily. I am shivering badly. I want to live long. I want someone to help me. Oh God, please send someone to help me. When I almost give up, someone holding an umbrella lifts me with lots of love, kisses me on my forehead and says, Dear-o-dear, don’t cry ma. I am there for you. He places me on his right shoulder after wrapping with his shirt, and with his dog on the left shoulder, he walks to heaven holding the umbrella for us – half-naked. I am sure he will color my life beautifully and sensibly!
...after twenty-five years.
I trusted him. Otherwise, I will not have my debut novel published today.