The Yellow Phobia

"The Door to Yell" she elaborated mischievously. Counter questioning with curiosity was the only trait gifted to Arun through genetics. "But Amma", questioned Arun, "How come someone can be so immersed in the phobia that the real world for them changes to a time travel mania wherein there is no voice but just regret and that too in the subconscious?" Amma, aged with mystery experiences replied "That is the beauty of magical illusions, my Love. But you need to stay away from all this because the others who might get disillusioned may not be sane anyday but a slap from a mom like yours would definitely give you a taste of pain even in that blasted light." Laughter erupted but just to face the sudden explosion of flushed expressions from the mother. "Beta Arun, let me tell you, Amma was a topper in her time...and her friend..." silence slapped the heated intrigues, as the calm rose to constrained blush with tones of regret, crushing with hopes of restrain of words dropped like a bomb from the daughter's jaws. 

The attention was suddenly Amma, opposed to the yelling door or yellow door, as blabbed by Arun, whose fame was lost to a few words of no weight. "What! Ammmmmaaa!!! You had a friend and you didn't tell me? What are we friends for then? Answersss" demanded Arun who was now being perceived as nothing but a side kick in a film. Arun's yapping didn't stop so Amma had no choice but to sew a story appealing enough to be a valid reason for keeping the unimportant Arun in dark. "Actually, my friend or as you may think he was, left me early by saying I was boring as he clicked new friends. We never talked since then and your mother has a habit of hurting me every time she spots you playing with me." She began howling, which made the atmosphere more terrifying than the yellow door. The demons would have bowed down to such an acting. The room was filled with tattling rattle as Arun and his mother began a naive fray which resulted in nothing but a crack pat from Amma. Later, the night Arun, doing a drowsy dance went back to the room to dream well and wake up next day for a new chronicle which awaited his questions

Arun's body clock was waking to its natural time when he observed a sudden collapse in sun's rays and its initial replacement with black clouds barking and haunting Arun to touch and enter the death cave. Sweet melodies chanted the devious name of yellow door as minions were watching Arun keenly, as if a chairing a board meeting and catching Arun as a latecomer again. The minions sang until Arun's expression changed to fretfulness. Marching ahead like a outposted soldiers, the minions laid the heads in a twisted position pronouncing a weird language, calling out the semi hypnotic pleasure that Arun was partially enjoying. Arun shouted, no response... Arun threw things, things shouted louder but not the consoling voices that he was expecting. In midst of the horrifying fantasy, a hand grabbed Arun and rainbow lights blinked twice before everything turned normal. A shady room with tinkling bells, sweet aroma and... a black man with piercings hanging, looking like a dread himself. "AAAAAHHHHH" shouted Arun as he again realized his failed attempt of making the world conscious. "It's ok young man, no one is here" giving a phantom reassurance, said a younger looking old man. "Who are you and howcome no one is listening to me, why am I here, Where is Amma, I need her, I even have my exams coming..." the voice turned mute when a small pot by the table was inserted into Arun's mouth which Arun realised was not a good choice to eat ice cream in such mouth fitting pot. The man's eyes spoke and few minutes later Arun was satisfied that he had been not in a world but a mirage composed of time tackling phases, which were rather tiredsome and disappointing. For the first time ever, Arun got the idea of something even more horrifying than his exams. "You have to get used to it" started the old man with the most unsophisticated skills." I've been travelling and the journey has never ended. I also got a shock when my vacations became a vehemence. I cried but only time slapped me harder. I panicked, threw things around each situation but only to get hit back in the most impossibly sassy manner by the vicious aroma. You are like a new admission here. Welcome to SOME World" he ended when Amma greeted at the doorstep. "Amma, help me I am here, I am stuck" cried Arun. Amma smiled and called in Malti, the stuck one's mother. " You can see me Amma, Ma?" probed Arun. "Son, did you not read the board? I and Amma and others alike are spread in different dimensions. Luckily, we've found your time phase. You recall when I was to travel here and I asked you to come later in a letter slong a ticket. I didn't know about this either but Amma told me. We are alive but dead. We are like time lost zombies. Reports are filed but never the residents positions." she finished as Arun swooped in with answers. "Yes, I did read, but it was the 'Gupt Darwaza Nagar' but it didn;t... Arun was dead inside but reacted with complete placidity. His emotions pinched the mother's action and gave her a signal of betrayal. But what to do then, they were now completely zombified in an alive world of alternate time.