Empty. Empty. Empty.

I hurried out of my house, all the while thinking about how late I was. “It was the rain,” I would explain, and everything would be alright.

But I knew they wouldn’t buy my story — it stopped raining three hours ago! “What will I say?” I asked myself, again. “I had important matters.” Yes, that’s it. I had important matters. So important I had lost all sense of time. But better late than never, as they say, so I am late.

Yes, that’s it.

I reached the bus-stop. I don’t know why, but this feeling of nothingness suddenly enveloped me.

Allow me to explain: I was thinking about what to say about my being late. A few moments before I reached, my conclusion was reached — I knew what I was going to say, and at that point in time, I felt relieved.

But the second I exited the stage of relief… I felt this emptiness. This nothingness. An existential moment, if you may.

My thoughts concluded, I arrived with an empty mind.

I looked around me: I saw three indian men, a young woman, school girls, and a couple of teenage boys trying to get their attention.

Yes, I saw them. But what about? They meant nothing to me. I was perceiving everything, I sensed everything. I could hear, feel, see, smell — my senses were fine, but my thoughts refused to process the senses — I felt like an animal, with no self-awareness whatsoever.

My mind was empty.

I tried to think, but thoughts whizzed past me like lightning on steroids: quickly, with as much substance as a ghost, and gone before I could even comprehend what it was.

Then the bus came. Thankfully, so did my thoughts… life resumed.

I think I had died for a minute and a half.

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