#TheWritingProject
#Flash fiction
Staring at her reflection, Shreya wondered. "Is this the life I deserve? Unbearable abuse and ignorance from him is killing me everyday. I bet, death at once is more tempting than a living corpse."

Concealing her scars under heavy foundation, she gets started on her daily routine. Switching her facial expressions instantly she smiled at every person who gave her a look. Office loads and household chores never let her any more time to think of her personal freedom.

"Wow, what a beautiful place." She muttered. "I was dreaming for sure. I never had felt this peaceful. This place looks like heaven. Am I dead? Wow, dying is so beautiful."
She wandered here and there for a long time, and found no one. After a while, she started being furious.
"If it's heaven, Where are all the dead people? I must be dreaming."
She spent such a long time enjoying and feeling good.
"I don't remember for how long I am in this place. How many years. I must be in a coma. Not waking up for years. But who wants to go back to your horrible life if you are in such a beautiful place for a lifetime?"
Spending many years of meditation and analysing she suddenly realised her body is not aging. Though she spent thousands of years in paradise, now it's high time for her to get back.
She tried opening herself from the dream but never could. Frustrated. She cried, shouted! Screamed.
No one is answering her. Now she started hurting herself. Wishing to die. Tried to be dead, but failed. She is still alive.
Now she started praying for God to help her. Spent thousands of years praying and meeting her God. Frustrations hiked. All efforts failed.
Started introspection and thinking about what happened to her. Finally she realised that she was the one who prayed to God to take her to this place for all her life. And now she is praying to get back to her miserable life. Makes no sense at all. Living forever makes no sense. Happiness forever makes no sense.
What makes sense Is being alive, feeling pain and loneliness. Faith in God.
Life with miserable people and good people.
"Maybe this is the reason why God created sadness." She muttered "Bravo, you did it." A voice came by.
"Who are you? God?" she cried.
"I am your soul."
Now you understand how life can be, without emotional suffering. Go back and live happily.
She wake up from her dream and

Where are you? Why can't I see you?

I am everywhere around you, inside you.

But I never saw you yet, neither felt u before. How do you look like? Male or female? Which form?

You need to realise that I am your creator but not other than you yourself.
She further spent many years in confusion. All her questions were answered. Still she knows nothing. Nothing makes sense. Can't meet this mysterious voice. Testing her patience and knowledge of life and existence.
Finally she said, "you must look like me if you are my soul."
The voice from all directions said, BRAVO! AND it appeared in front of her.

You are me. My own reflection.
Why created me?
Because I wanted to experience life.
Where are the creators of all other human beings?
It is me. Creator of every one.
Where was their soul?
Inside me.
How?
Because they all are me.
How?
Everything and every being is me.
WhyMaking myself suffer if I myself is creating me and all others in the universe?

Just to experience diversity in emotions.
Where am I?
In the centre of the universe.
Time is constant at the centre. Its my choice to create life at every place at
Different time spaces.

What is the purpose of all this nonsense?
Experiencing as much as possible. Taking different forms and living differently and uniquely. It's all an experiment. To become wiser and knowledgeable.

Why are you experimenting with suffering and sorrow? Hunger and death. Is it worth it?
Well if you don't know hunger, how you enjoy food. If you don't know sorrow, how can you enjoy happiness? Everywhere there are possibilities of experiencing new things. All I am doing is acquiring enough knowledge of life before getting birth.
WHAAT? What do you mean by birth?
Are you dead?
Nope I am an egg. And my mom said before getting out in the real world I need to understand enough about her. Her creation and her family members.
So I am learning from all the life forms that I take in different ages and eras of this universe. And when I am ready, she will take me out to her world.
What nonsense?
Just get all your one life memory erased and join the memories hub of all my excitement.
Shreya joined in the memory hub and said,
Yes I am the creator of this universe and I need to experiment with extreme cruelty and madness this time….she started experimenting again.

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