"Ethereal World?" She screamed with all her energy.
"Yes." I murmured.
Wait! What on the earth is that? Tell me right
here," she yelled back.
I gathered up my shit and tried to be confident in front of her- my
bestfriend, more than that a soul sister. I was going to explain her something
which even I wasn't sure of.
"Speak up," she said, trying to be calm.
"Sneha," I began, hesitatingly, "Ethereal World is my
world. A world, where there’s peace. That’s it.”
“I don’t understand.” She declared. “Explain it, elaborate.”
“Um, how do I explain it? It’s like the place I’d had always dreamt of.
Peaceful. Nonchalant. Where I don’t give a damn to what everybody does. Where I
am more of me, than I’d ever been. It’s like a virtual world that I’ve created
around myself. The things that used to hurt me, the things that used to get on
my nerves don’t affect me anymore here. It’s the world I always wanted to be
in. I am no more affected by someone’s being there or no. I’ve built walls
around myself and I am in no mood to enter the outside world. It’s secluded and
solitary. No one can enter. And I cannot go out, willingly or unwillingly. I
like it in here, it’s undisturbed and serene. Worldly things don’t seem to
bother me as much as they did, before. I feel calm and placid. This imaginary
place I’ve built around me, it’s stolid. It’s like, I feel free, like that bird
flying high up in the air, which has no worries. More, it’s like being
intoxicated. It’s addictive, this virtual place. It gives me immense happiness
and makes me cool and composed each time I should’ve been hurt and crying. I
feel nothing but ecstasy here. And I don’t know its good or no.”
I took a pause.
“You understand?” I asked her.
“To the bits. Idio, it’s really good that you don’t feel hurt or pain. It’s
really good that you are happy. But remember, you cannot stay in here forever.
You’ve to come out of this Ethereal World someday.”
“I know,” I said, “And I’d keep hoping and praying that the day never
comes. I want to stay here, forever.”
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