Reality Is Unreal

"Was that a dream or my imagination or it was real ? these are thoughts that are still present in my mind and forces me to question myself again and again. What was it?

When I was in class six I met a boy named Rahul, he was a good hearted person and the only person who treated me well. When I was admitted to my new school, at that time everybody in the dass builled me and he was the only person who helped me and treated me like a human being. We were best friends and I use to visit his home very often as because he lived near my locality. He lived in a building named Rashmi Niwash at they fifth floor and he often visited my house, he was very humble.

We spent years with each other, but one day when we were coming back from school he said something very strange. At that time we were in class ten and we were allowed to home by our own so we decided to walk to the nearest station and then through the train we will go back home when we were on our way he said," Have you ever wondered what if this all was a dream and then suddenly you will woke up one day and realise that the persons you have met and the places you visited with them, in reality they never existed. After listening this I said," Nonsense ! What are you trying to say?" He smiled and said "Nothing." For the first time I felt like he is acting very strange.

I thought that it might be the fear of the upcoming exam that makes him say this nonsense.

The next day I woke up and went to school, I was waiting for my best friend to come but he didn't came .I thought that he might have some problem like fever or something else that prevented him from coming. I thought it to be normal and does not asked anybody about him. Next day same thing happened and again the following day same happened. This time it bothered me and I asked one of my classmate Aryan about Rahul. I asked "Hey, do you know what happened to Rahul and why he is not coming to school?". He replied " Who is Rahul ? "Rahul our classmate my friend" I said Aryan looked at me very strangely as if he was thinking that I have gone mad .

I gave him vivid description about him, with the thought that he is trying to make fun of me and he is making me fool, but has expressions were genuine, he said" What the hell have happened to you? In our whole class there is nobody whose name is Rahul There was nobody with this name and there is no nobody with name." I was shocked but still I believed that he was joking, so I asked another boy and he replied the same. What is wrong with you? See if you are trying to make fun of me or you are trying to fool me then you guys are messing with the wrong person "I said. "We are not making you a fool because you are a fool. For the past fifteen minutes both of us are trying to get you back to your senses but you have gone mad due to the studies " They said and laughed..

I ran to my class teacher and told her everything and I got the totally opposite reply. She said " They are right .There is no student in our class whose name is Rahul and what makes you think all this . Are you alright beta?". "What is going on? Why they all are saying the same thing?" I thought. I decided to go to his home after the school. As soon as the school was over I rushed towards his home at Rashmi Niwash. I reached there entered into the lift and saw that the top most floor upto which the lifted can reach was fourth, but how is this possible when I came with Rahul two months ago then the top most floor was the fifth floor where he lived, but that day it was the fourth floor. I was was unable to figure out what was going on over there. I decided to go to the fourth floor and then by using stairs I would go to the fifth floor when I reached the fourth floor, I saw the stair case and started climbing them when I thought that I had reached the fifth floor I was actually standing at the terrace. That building had only four floors.

"What is happening! ? Oh! my head hurts. One second my family would have definitely remembered him as he had often visited us many a times" When I reached home, when I reached home I asked my mother, "Maa, do you remember my friend named Rahul who often came to our home." " NO! I don't remember any of your friend whose name is Rahul and who have came to our place. " "This can't be true" I thought .

Suddenly I remembered his last words and those words left me with many questions, in which the biggest one is " Is this world real ? Am I living with real people? Are they my imagination?