I was lying flat on a chill stone surface.I can feel it, but where were the other feelings.my eyes still closed,feared to open them.I'm feeling lighter than the quill. My mind a little dazy like it filled with fog.I remember the last time I have my eyes opened I was burning with revenge and hated.Then how my all anger vanished.I try to feel where I am?but there is nothing,just a faint sound of flapping,I guess.Curiosity is then fucking high and so it win over fear.And I finally opened my eyes.A strange white light filled my eyes made them close again.I put my palms on them and rubbed them gently.But what my hands were chill cold.I opened my eyes again, every thing is so white,so bright and peaceful.I tried to get up and to my surprize i did it simply and easily.there is nothing in front of me,just a path a long path filled with so much light.I'm failed to recoganize where this all light come from."Clunk,clunk" before my mind obessesed on the thought that what place is this.I heard sound from my right which made my head turned.A man with a halo around face,sitting on a high seat.his hair darker than night.and colour purer than snow...and what???he had wings,beautiful big wings,looked like snow flakes.If he did not flap them there was no chance I moved my eyes from his face.The first thing came in my mind after seeing him was 'BEAUTIFUL...How beautiful he is??'And then my mind gave me a shake making so many quiestion at once.'What am i doing here?whatis this palce?Who is that beautiful "ahaa" angle i guess???'I tried to stand up and now for the first time i noticed what i'm wearing!!!I was not wearing my usuall jeans and brown top which I remember,I was wearing before I get into train at London station or before....I made my mind shrugged and tried to concentrate on present.Right now I was wearing a stain silk white top below knees.a little frilly but it was good.My hair was no more tie in a high pony tail.They were down at my shoulders and surprisingly no more bushy.Even I thought they looked more prefect then they ever look in my whole life.I shrugged my head.It is the mesmerization spell of this place which distract me again and again.I moved towards the "the beautiful".His face took my breaths away.He flip his wings in every 10 sec.And every time he did that I felt the utmost desire to touch them. For about 3 min I'm failed to speak any thing.And then I notice what he was doing.He had pilled of pages in front of him and he was separating them.Two pages on left 'flip,flip'.Then one on right 'flip'.again now three pages on left and one right flip.His work looked interesting.I moved more close to him wth an intention to talk."Excuses me,excuses me" I'm failed to find any name for him.Angel seemed odd in normal conversation, i think.For a split of second he looked and me then returned to his work.'That's rude' I thought.'Can u please tell me, what is this place?'how I came here? I asked.'This is after life stage one.'He answered without looking at me,'You are dead'.A low whistle came out of my chest.But before anything I recollected my self.What if I'm dead.Images crossed my mind randomly.Yeah,yeah train met an accident.I remembered,the last memory of my human life.I always believe in death and ends.And death was the thing,I wished when I get into train.I'm usuall to make small wishes every day.But i never imagined they fulfilled that soon.Shrugged my head again.no matter if I'm dead.It is better now.no need to worry about how Jake ditched me and moved back to his Ex girlfriend.SO I accepted my death.'And what he says about this place?' I was managing my thoughts in my head.'After life stage one'. 'Can we talk please'I asked in slow voice.'what are you doing?'I asked when he viewed me from the corner of his eye,'Synchronizing your deeds' he answered simply.But something dawned me then,that death is not after all that much contented.Ooh!my reaction was strange.'How?what are these papers on your sides?Now his expression was a little frustated.'I say,I'm Synchronizing ur deeds.The left side your sins, and the right your good deeds.For a moment I was like out of tounge.My breathing became uneven.I never imagined,death could be that devastating.'What,why,how can u???'broken words came out of me.Or what i could do when,to me the left side is thousand times more pile up than right.He (whose beauty was no more my attraction now)was busy in his work.Acting like I did not exist (which I was in some sense).STOP,stop,stop,just stop I was shrieking then.And then for the first time he left his work and turned his eyes on me with full intensity.And again for once I was dazed,but this was not the right time for that.'What are you doing?How can you do this?HOW?'I almost shrilled.'What am I doing?It is all what you did in all your life.' He replied his words were hard but not his voice,it is like velvet.'But how?'now I was unintentionally pointing my hand towards the piles and piles of my deeds.'Nothing me,just you' He did not wait for me to complete sentence.'No,It Is Not Just Me.'I brusted,'I always used to be like a bird imprisoned in a cage contenting my self with the seeds dropped down by the hands of destiny.It always controlled my every action.How it is just me?just me responsible of that!'."No it is just you,just you".his voice still honey melting.'Fate always offers you with an option.".'and I chose the best from it' my voice a little dim now.'Best,...best for u'.he said a meaningful sentence.now I was looking down thinking,thinking of an excuse I guess.and I came up with something strange .'If have the power to right my fate than this never happen' I'm not giving up.(but here the problem started).'what' his voice his high now 'what, you want to write your own fate" he was frustrarted.'okay'he gave a slight movement to his arm and all pages from his sides flew towards me 'okay,write than.I want to see what you can write for your self better than your Creator,better than whom,who have all powers"I was now daze looking towards him and the pages which were plain and neat now like something was never written on them at all.My foremost desire become a problem for me now 'Write'he was comanding'write'......'wake up,wake up ma'am' suddenly voice change I looked up but he was no more, every thing was dissolving,feelings were coming back,senses,sense of pain,ache 'WAKE UP'some one was still comanding......And I open my eyes I was sitting with a wall and a man in police uniform trying to talk with me.'Are you alright,did you hurt?'He asked.'No'I shook my head and he left.The train had accicedent,and I by some miracle did not even get a single cut.Days went by,but I'm still thinking what I could write for my self better than my Creator,better than whom who have all powers.......what i could write for my self.Or this life is my chance to write my FATE......???
