I woke up to a strange sound all over the place. Where was it coming from? I don’t know. Strangely familiar yet I am unable to recognise it. I rubbed my eyes and slowly got up. Where am I? I had no answers. This is not my house. Then? It was very dark. I wonder where the switches are! I walked ahead and stumbled upon a box.
The box was black. “Should I open it?” I wondered. I decided to open it. “Couldn’t you do one thing properly? Why didn’t you listen to them? You are responsible for all the bad things happening in your life ”, the box started to scream on my face and I got scared. I ran in the dark to escape from the big black box which kept on yelling at me. I ran with all my might from the huge room. The door was hard to open. I somehow managed to close the door before the box swallowed me.
I ran out of breath. I kept calling out people for help. No one heard me. I walked ahead to see another room. I slowly opened it. As I opened it, a huge water stream hastened to me taking me along. I tried to get a hold on the things around but I didn’t find any. I heard sobs from the water current. Slowly, I stopped panicking and started to give my ears to the whispers. “ I am not good enough. I am not worthy of anything that I want. I am so lonely”, the whispers were getting louder. It was then that I could feel something on my legs. I took it out to see an open blue box. I closed it and all of the water disappeared in it. I was shocked. I went to that room and placed the box there. I thought a bit for the screams and whispers were familiar to me. The voice was familiar too. It was my own voice.
I decided that I would escape from this place. I walked ahead. I saw an open door from where I could hear loud peals of laughter.
“You did great. You are so happy. You are in love”, I didn’t barge into the room for I wasn’t sure. I slowly peeped into the room. I found the room to be very small to my surprise. I could hear lots of giggles and the room was brightly lit. I sceptically entered into the room. I saw the noises coming from the small box placed at the centre. It was perhaps the smallest box and smallest room than the previous ones. I went near it to see all the happy times of my life. I stood there mesmerised.
Then, I suddenly realised, “Why is the happy box so small?” I opened my eyes. My body was lifeless. I realised I was dead. I regretted not making the biggest room as the room of happiness. I forgot that life is short, too short to not be happy. Too short to be sad and disappointed. But as I visited my whole life for the last time, I understood, I forgot to live when I could breathe. My body lies there, where I cannot return to. My spirit smiles at my late realisations and I smile back for I can’t do anything now. I am late. Why didn’t I think this earlier?