4.2 Viveka
I felt a strange sense of disorientation. The way you feel when you're travelsick.
Or when you've been on the roller coaster one time too many and have just gotten off and are standing on steady ground at last, your head reeling, your blood roaring in your ears, and your eyes blurry and unable to focus clearly. I wear contacts, and sometimes, if I spend too much time at the comp, things become blurry and I have to stop and stare into the distance for a while before my eye-muscles relax again.
But this was different from anything else I'd ever felt before.
It was like I was standing still and rushing forward at an incredible speed, both at once. Like being on the world's fastest escalator ride, moving so fast that the world around me was a blinding haze of light and color.
This weird sensation lasted just a few seconds. I was forced to shut my eyes and for a moment I thought I was going to puke.
And then it passed.
And the world returned to normal. Or so I thought.
I opened my eyes slowly, my ears still ringing from the after-effect of that...Whatever the hell it was.
And what I saw shocked me speechless.
I felt myself starting to panic, breathing faster and shallower, hyper-ventilating. I turned to look this way then that, trying to convince myself that this was not real, that I was still in Mikey's bedroom. That this was some kind of bizarre hallucination.
I turned around and then around again, trying to accept the evidence of my senses. To believe that what I was seeing was real. How could I be sitting in Mikey's bedroom one minute, and then be here the next minute? In this...place...wherever it was, whatever it was?
I closed my eyes and opened them again. Shook my head, looked up and down again, tried to breathe slower, calm myself.
But nothing changed. I didn't go back to Mikey's bedroom, to my house. I was still here. In this place.
It was impossible. Yet it had happened. That disorienting sensation, that feeling of flying through space, of being taken. Apprently, it was all real.
It was as if something great force had picked me up physically and flung me through a doorway into another world.
A world where Bombay, Mumbai, the world as I knew it, was no more.
And another world had replaced it. A nightmare world.
Or when you've been on the roller coaster one time too many and have just gotten off and are standing on steady ground at last, your head reeling, your blood roaring in your ears, and your eyes blurry and unable to focus clearly. I wear contacts, and sometimes, if I spend too much time at the comp, things become blurry and I have to stop and stare into the distance for a while before my eye-muscles relax again.
But this was different from anything else I'd ever felt before.
It was like I was standing still and rushing forward at an incredible speed, both at once. Like being on the world's fastest escalator ride, moving so fast that the world around me was a blinding haze of light and color.
This weird sensation lasted just a few seconds. I was forced to shut my eyes and for a moment I thought I was going to puke.
And then it passed.
And the world returned to normal. Or so I thought.
I opened my eyes slowly, my ears still ringing from the after-effect of that...Whatever the hell it was.
And what I saw shocked me speechless.
I felt myself starting to panic, breathing faster and shallower, hyper-ventilating. I turned to look this way then that, trying to convince myself that this was not real, that I was still in Mikey's bedroom. That this was some kind of bizarre hallucination.
I turned around and then around again, trying to accept the evidence of my senses. To believe that what I was seeing was real. How could I be sitting in Mikey's bedroom one minute, and then be here the next minute? In this...place...wherever it was, whatever it was?
I closed my eyes and opened them again. Shook my head, looked up and down again, tried to breathe slower, calm myself.
But nothing changed. I didn't go back to Mikey's bedroom, to my house. I was still here. In this place.
It was impossible. Yet it had happened. That disorienting sensation, that feeling of flying through space, of being taken. Apprently, it was all real.
It was as if something great force had picked me up physically and flung me through a doorway into another world.
A world where Bombay, Mumbai, the world as I knew it, was no more.
And another world had replaced it. A nightmare world.
posted by Ashok K. Banker at 12.10.05
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