Mand fakir
Mand-fakir felt a whoosh of hot air rising up his backside before he was thrown headlong out of his cave into the frigid Himalayan mountainside. As disorienting as the launch and landing was, he realized that lying on his face on the icy mountain-side with a burnt and exposed bum was likely to be quite nasty. So he got up and examined himself. Satisfied that there was no real damage, he turned to check his cave. It looked the same. He looked up. The sky did not look the same. What had been a starless full moon night before his belly-flop had turned into a very starry one, and the star population was increasing even as he goggled at the strange phenomenon. Within minutes, the sky was ablaze with what looked like a crore suns; so intense, it pierced through his closed eyelids. And a few moments later it was dark again.
Blinded, but excited, he tottered back into his cave, feeling for his conduit, a human skull. He dimly noted that his hand felt alien, as if it was only entertaining his orders because its interest aligned with him. He shook his head to clear it. He picked the skull up. It was still warm. Trembling with excitement, he barked a laugh. He picked the conduit up with both his hands, and looked into its eyes sockets. Nothing. He tilted his neck to get a better look inside. Nothing. Frowning, he turned it over to look through the base of the skull. Again … Nothing. He was sure that the summoning had worked; the burn patterns around the homa (the ritual fire) confirmed it. Perhaps, the containment had failed, he thought.
The skull slipped from his hands and shattered against the floor. Startled, he wanted to jump back, but his body’s interests, it appeared, were not aligned with that particular idea. It stayed put. It then proceeded to examine itself. Trapped behind his own eyes, he saw and felt his fingers flexed, his legs stretched, and even his genitals examined. He decided that he was hallucinating because of the fall. Or was he, a voice whispered to his mind. Like a deer frozen by bright light, his wits froze. Time passed. As his mind thawed, it started working again. And as it started working again, it found its way to the realization that the containment had worked.
"Ha ha ha ... Phas gaya na chutiye", said the voice in his head.
Blinded, but excited, he tottered back into his cave, feeling for his conduit, a human skull. He dimly noted that his hand felt alien, as if it was only entertaining his orders because its interest aligned with him. He shook his head to clear it. He picked the skull up. It was still warm. Trembling with excitement, he barked a laugh. He picked the conduit up with both his hands, and looked into its eyes sockets. Nothing. He tilted his neck to get a better look inside. Nothing. Frowning, he turned it over to look through the base of the skull. Again … Nothing. He was sure that the summoning had worked; the burn patterns around the homa (the ritual fire) confirmed it. Perhaps, the containment had failed, he thought.
The skull slipped from his hands and shattered against the floor. Startled, he wanted to jump back, but his body’s interests, it appeared, were not aligned with that particular idea. It stayed put. It then proceeded to examine itself. Trapped behind his own eyes, he saw and felt his fingers flexed, his legs stretched, and even his genitals examined. He decided that he was hallucinating because of the fall. Or was he, a voice whispered to his mind. Like a deer frozen by bright light, his wits froze. Time passed. As his mind thawed, it started working again. And as it started working again, it found its way to the realization that the containment had worked.
"Ha ha ha ... Phas gaya na chutiye", said the voice in his head.
Comments
Post a Comment