In the White Room

(from my archives: 3rd March 2007)

...and I woke up in this empty windowless room - all painted white, all full of light, with no speck of colour to be seen anywhere. Was I still in a dream?

I pinched myself to get cognizance of my sanity while all around me this uninflected, clean wall of unblemished white haunted my vision.

As I started to surrender to my plight

- and as the eyes got accustomed to the light.

… in the white wall, I saw the white outline of a door.

I jumped and banged with all my might. It was locked. It was stuck and it was heavy.

I stood there shocked and confused while a chilling realisation rushed up my spine and seized me...

Is this death?

Is this some riddle I have to solve?

Am I drugged?

Something does not feel right here.

I yelled and the walls yelled back at me.

I listened and the walls kept listening with me.

I realised that the walls are sound-proof ...

I stared and the walls seemed to stare back at me.

My eyes surveyed around more minutely - and I noticed the keyhole on the white door

I jumped. This could be my window to the world.

Glad that I was finally getting somewhere, I placed my eye to get a glimpse of the other side.

And what do I see...

...another eye staring at me !!

Goosebumps grow.

Am I being watched?

Is this a friend or foe?

Is there a mirror on the other side of the keyhole?

My sixth sense instantly shook me up to a belief that this was also me, probably in a room like mine - staring at me in the same instance of time, with the same apprehension.

-probably a twin-self trying to meet me somewhere on the corridors of time.

My eyes remained glued through the keyhole ... at the eye on the other side, while time seemed to have come to some mutating standstill !

- or was there a stagnant clock, somewhere, ticking away ...