One Step Closer To Reality 1

This story is not a continuation of the story named Reality Is Unreal. This is an independent story.

No......This can't be true. It cannot be true, it shouldn't be true. How is this even possible? How .....How?" These were my thoughts when I read that.

"It is so boring man why are we here in this library ? " I asked. "Because I had told you that I am going to library and I knew that you would behave like this and that's why I had already told you not to come with me but...." Rahul was about to complete his reason when I interupted him and said,"Okay ,okay I know it was my choice to come here. Okay, happy?" I said frustratingly he looked at me and said "So please be quite and let me complete my book." As I was getting bored I asked him " Okay, you tell me what should I do?" " Come stand on the table and sing at the top of your voice and I'll dance." "What ?" "Come on man its a library, if you are getting bored then just grab a story book and start Reading it and let others read their books too." He said and I had never seen him this angry. I replied " Okay, okay. Chill man, calm down. I will do exactly what you said, Calm down?

I got up from the chair and one -by-one I saw all the shelves.I was looking for some interesting story books when suddenly my eyes fell on a book named 'One Step Closer To Reality' by an unnamed author. At first it felt strange, why a person would write a whole book but did not give his or her name. This was my initial thought when I saw that book but I, myself, made a conspiracy theory that, the name of the book is One Step Close to Reality and it feels like it must have some spiritual content and there might be a possibility that the writer of this book would be a great monk or a great priest who preached his ideas and the messages of God to his students and one of his student might have written all his preaching in the form of a book and as these monk and priests and are not greedy of name, fame and money. He might have instructed him not give his name or his master's name in that book and just donate it for a good cause. As only one copy of that book was present in that library. 

I decided to borrow that book.As I was moving my hands towards that book I felt someone's hand at my shoulder. It was Rahul , he said," I am done. Oh!...do you want to take that book?" "Yeah." I said "Okay. One step closer to Reality, is that a spiritual book?" he asked." I think so." "Okay. If you want that book then just take it to the librarian and sign at that register and yes you must return that book within a week or you will have to pay a fine."He informed me " I know that" I signed at the register and took that book with me. When we were on our way Rahul asked me, "Why you took this book only ? "I replied "See, I was looking for a story book but suddenly my eyes fell on this one and I don't know why but suddenly my mind made a lot of conspiracy theories about it, so I decided to take it with me." " What kind conspiracy theories?" He asked "It's very complicated." I replied. "Okay, leave all this, you remember that we are going to celebrate our reunion tonight at Aryan's place?" He asked" How many times you are going to remind me this !" I replied. " Because you have a history of coming late in each and every party even in your own birthday."     "That was not my fault and you know that ."I answered. "Yeah, yeah, I know and that's why I am  requesting you please don't get late for tonight's celebration, after five years all of our friends are going to be reunited." "Okay, okay I get it, don't get so emotional" I said.

He smiled and recalled some memorises of our school days. He said," Do you remember the day when we lit up some crackers near the store room of our school and how everyone got scared." I smiled and said," Yeah, I remember that. Thank God that nobody saw us doing that else we would have got suspended." To which he said, "Don't you remember one boy named Akash got suspended because of the crackers that we lit up." "No, I don't remember someone named Akash getting suspended because of us".

 

"The day he got suspended you were absent." He replied. I said "oh... for how many days?" "I don't know but he never came back again." He said. "Did he got suspended from the school because of crackers?" I asked "No. He had already done something because of which his parents were called and he promised that he will act like a good boy but the teachers were not happy they warned him that if he would do some kind of misbehaviour or if he would try to break any rules and regulations of the school, he would get suspended and according to few of my friends, his father was way too strict, for small reasons he was beaten badly by his father and so you can imagine that what he had gone through because of you." " Because of me? "I asked. "Yes, the reason he got suspended was because of the cracker that you set on fire, behind the nursery classroom and some body complained the teacher that he saw Akash behind nursery classroom few minutes before the cracker got exploded. " " So, how I am the culprit? The one who complained to the teacher, he should be blamed that he lied "I said. " He didn't lied he told what he saw." He said.

"Why are you blaming me for all this ?" I asked "I am not blaming you, I am just saying that he may come in today's celebration." "What do you think I am afraid of him?" I asked " Okay, now you calm down, just forgot what I said except for the part in which I said don't be late." He said "Again ! " I said. He laughed and said,"I am just kidding."

When I came back home, I drew out my album that contained some beautiful memories of my school time.After a very long time I was again seeing those picture and felt happy and sorrowful at the same moment. Happy because of the beautiful memorises and sorrow because of the fact that I can never go back to that time again, to be free as a bird and to wonder like a lovely lonely cloud. Those beautiful days had gone forever.

I was a very naughty boy during my school days. I still remember there was a boy in our class named Sumit, with whom I didn't had good relations and one day I challenged him for a fight, just for fun and he agreed. He and I took few of our friends to our battle ground to hold our stuffs like bags, ties belts and other things. When we reached the decided place, I got so excited that I kicked him instantly. He ran towards me when his cell phone rang and he remembered that his father was waiting for him outside the school, So he told me," "I'll see you tomorrow." I was standing there thinking that," I just wasted my time". Later I was informed by Rahul that his father is a good friend of our Principal and if I continue to do this stupid things with him my parents would definitely be called and there is possibility that I would get suspended for a week. "How stupid was I" I thought with a smile on my face.

Suddenly I remembered the day Rahul saw one of my weakness, that are ghosts. The day he knew that I am afraid of ghosts, I became more afraid of him and I requested him many times not to tell this to anyone else. He agreed and never told anybody about this. He is only person who knows my weakness.

"Huh!..... Gathered a lot of beautiful as well as stupid memories now leave it." I told myself. Suddenly I remembered that I had brought one book from the library today. "Okay, let's read it a bit a today." I told myself opening the book with the thought that today I would get some spritual lessons.

"Let's see the content of the book. wait.... there is not content. " I felt strange " Well looks like the book itself is two steps away from being a normal book ". I said laughing at my own joke. "Let's read it then." 'There was a village named...' "wait, is this a story book? oh man, my conspiracy theory failed huh no worries because initially also I wanted a story book, so let's continue."

The story begun and it introduced a character named Amar, the story stated that Amar was a very naughty boy and kind of don of his class.

As I continued reading the story, I found it to be very interesting for especially me as there were many similarities between me and that character Amar. The story then described the village and its characters especially the character of Amar, it was discussed in great details. At first I had thought that I would read it a bit that day but I went with the flow of story I had already read like twenty pages. It was super interesting and then I read 'One day Amar made fun of a boy named Sagar and challanged him for a fight. Sagar knew that if he would accept his challenge it would result in a broken leg or elbow but he was too angry to think about the consequence and he agreed for the fight, they went behind the temple of that village and as soon as Amar Kicked Sagar he heard the voice of his father who was coming for him, after this Amar ran away from that place. Sagar's father asked him," what are you doing over here?" Sagar wanted to tell his father but he knew if he says something about Amar then whenever and wherever Amar finds him, he would beat him very badly • So he decided to remain quite' "Okay, we really have a lot in common "I thought. The story them continued explaining its plot, environment and character of Amar. After reading the story for like half an hour I thought that the story is portraying Amar as a very bad boy and kind of villain of the story. 

The story continued discussing about Amar and how he was not afraid of any thing other than ghosts and his friend Rohit knew about it after an incident . He requested him to keep his mouth shut as he didn't wanted the people to think that he was a coward in reality.

I felt something wrong after I read that but I made myself believe that "many people are afraid of ghosts, its not only me." But the thought that how I and Amar are so similar wondered in my mind and it forced me to read that story more.

The story proceeded and introduced another character named Amit it was stated that 'One day Amar and his friend Rohit took some pins to the school and dropped a bunch of them behind the classroom and they were expecting someone to step on those pins and it happened a boy of their class stepped on them. He was bleeding, Amar took him to the classteacher and lied that he saw Amit dropping some pins behind their classroom, the teacher called his parents and he got suspended for somebody else's fault. Amit's father were very strict, he used to beat him for even small mistake but today he got suspended. His father decided to send him to the boarding school, but Amit was totally against of his father's will as he did not wanted to leave his mother, the only person who understood him and was close to him, but as he was not being able to prove that he didn't did that , so he was sent to the boarding school where he lived alone, closed in his room. He was craving for his mothers' love but she was restricted from meeting him by his father. He was getting tried for some body else's sins. That loneliness scared him and his mental situation was very bad. He wrote many letters to his mother and to his father requesting her to come and him to let her come to meet him for only once but he didn't agreed. He was depressed, the only person who supported him, guided him and loved him was also gone and as expected he committed suicide killing himself was only there in his hands.'

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