HELLO MAHABHARATA

4. Heimat

Heimat ( [ˈhaɪmat]) is a German word translating to "home" or "homeland".

"ITS KRISHNA, Yes I know, I know it's him!"

My voice trembled from blabbering. Although I was petrified and frantic with nervousness but a sentiment soused in sangfroid girdled my heart.

I quickly removed the coral colored velvet blanket and rushed out of my bed with peacock feather still tightly clenched in my hand. I lurched to the window pane to catch upon some fresh air. My throat was parched and breathes were highly unstable. I looked over my shoulder to the wall clock it was 4 in the morning. "Oh! I haven't slept yet, I don't what destiny has in store for me"

Destiny? Why did I question the fate?

My unfathomable conscious wanted to go upstairs despite my constant denials. I shut the door of the room behind carefully to avoid creaks. Taking baby steps and on tip toes at times, I slowly opened the iron gates leading to the terrace. I heaved a sigh before ascending the first step with my trembling legs on the ivory granite staircase.

My hold on the morpankh became tight as I climbed further. My parched throat now felt like it was choking, drops of saline sweat traveled from my forehead till neck, those baby hair from my bun flowing in occasional breeze were frightening me as they crawled over my nape. My whole body went numb. I was biting my lower lip in fear. My eyeballs moving from left to right and from up to down. I was not sure of why was I doing this but deep inside my soul, it pushed me to go upstairs, with that intensifying as I climbed further.

As soon as reached the threshold of the terrace door, a faint breeze had welcomed my arrival. My loose nightwear, a cotton pair of deep red tincture with same cherry prints on both shirt and pyjama, my favourite one was swiftly allowing the wind to pass through. I looked up to the sky, it was musty with purplish tints adoring the dimly lit stars and a full moon blooming in its zest. The moonlight was making the hushed atmosphere bearable. My whole neighborhood was silent in a deep down slumber.

"Yes it'd be Simran, obviously!" I muttered the fact.

"But this is the time to wake up"

Every inch of my muscle became motionless. Who's voice was that? My mind was surrounded by a void. I should turn around and see who that person was but I don't know, why I wasn't able to muster any courage to do so? Suddenly I felt a quick tap on shoulder. With all of my tenacity cumulated, I turned around shutting my eyes as hard as I could. I clenched my fists tightly. My chest was moving up and down as I gulped a rock of pusillanimous, the voice was heard in a fit of laughter.

"Apologies. I was not just able to control myself"

"Why are you laughing? A-And who, who are you?"

"I do not seem to be that frightening, perhaps, people claim that I am very beautiful, very handsome I suppose"

"I—I d-don't believe your words"