I woke up earlier than usual - something seemed different that day. With difficulty I lifted my head and peeped out of the small window of my hut.
Although I could not see anything due to the pitch darkness of the night, I sensed some activity in the tree.
I closed my eyes and listened. To my surprise I sensed the trees were in the same jovial mood as they were when spring was approaching. Winter had just started; it would be months before even the slightest hint of spring. I lay down my head back on the pillow and realized that I too was in a jovial mood - my heart too hinted at some hope and excitement.
That was quite a change from the past few years of my painful existence.
It had been almost twenty years ago that I had been diagnosed with an incurable form of leprosy. This had been the first such case in the memorable history of my village and the people did not know what to do with me. I had been quite a cheerful and promising young boy before the village doctor noticed the state of the perpetually open wounds on my back.
My life changed drastically after his announcement of my disease.
The elders banished me despite my family's pleas. My brother built a hut for me three miles from the village and promised me daily visits.
At first, all my relatives and friends came each and every day, and brought me gifts and tried their best to lift the dark and heavy depression that was suffocating me, but soon it was only my mother who was visiting me. She would come and clean my hut; bathe and feed me.
In the beginning, I eagerly awaited her visits. I asked her about all my friends. But gradually, it only pained me to listen to her. Soon after, I started bolting the door and would ask her to leave the food outside and go away.
This continued for over ten years. My condition got worse - although I was in my early twenties, I felt like an old man. Lying all day in bed and being angry and depressed had certainly taken their tolls. I had a hard time even going to the nearby river to get my supply of water. My bones would groan and creak at every effort. My mind had turned into a dull and a stagnant vessel, which would not hold any thoughts except for the immediate bodily needs.
Then one day, things suddenly changed - my mother was taken seriously ill with tuberculosis. She asked my nephew to deliver food to me. Consider it fate, but for reasons known only to my nephew, the food was not delivered to me.
The first day without food I cried and shouted out to my mother. I had tried to eat berries from a nearby bush; but due to ignorance, had eaten poisonous ones. This only made the situation worse. After three painful, lonely and sleepless days I assumed my mother was dead and I too would decay into death.
I decided to end my life. It was the middle of the night and death seemed like an inviting and pleasant escape. I slowly got up from the bed and made my way towards the river. I envisioned myself jumping in and drowning. I had made it halfway to the riverbed when I tripped on a bush and fell heavily on my face. Due to my general poor health and lack of food, I could not lift myself up again. Only with a tremendous amount of effort, I turned and lay on my back.
Miraculously, I fell asleep.
I dreamt that a man with a beard and a white piece of cloth wrapped on his head took my hand and led me to two big doors. Although I could not see the man’s face, he appeared to radiating grace and elegance. With his hands he pushed open the doors. A ball of white light immediately engulfed me and with a jerk lifted me a few feet out of my body.
The jerking movement woke me up - my body was breathing slowly and deeply. I felt light and limber. To my joy, I realized I was still hovering slightly above my body.
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