from the diaries of Tanvi:
Its dark.I don't see anything mainly because my eyes are shut. Sensing my surroundings I understand I am surrounded by water. I am in the process of drowning. I am scared of water may be that's why I have shut my eyes. Any minute I am about to die but I don't know why I am dying.
Suddenly something grabs me by my whole body and pulls me out. But as my head comes above the surface I see that I am being pulled by my arm by some one in dark cloak with the face inside the hood. That figure resembles the dementor shown in Harry Potter movie. I don't feel scared but instead I hold on to the hand and help myself to climb into the boat in which that figure has come to rescue me. After I climb into the boat I realize there is one more man with spectacles with thick black borders. He appears like a confused geek, like one of the guys whom my boy friend makes fun of. I look at my dress to get an idea of where I was before this. I am wearing a dark long skirt. On some other day I would have looked sexy but now I am all wet but I am feeling uncomfortable as if it's very sunny with no air around. I discard the feeling.
The figure suddenly grabs a big pile of what seems like books kept one on the other, covered with a cloth from the postal dept and tied together. It lifts the packet and throws it into the water far away. I feel disturbed for they are my books, no they are memories piled as books and booklets. I am not going to get them back. That's when I realize I am in a boat which is in a very big lake, the water is stagnant, there are tree branches coming out of the water and are in the way as the boat moves slowly forward. The guy beside frowns at me and I hear something from him. I don't see his lips moving but I hear "what use are they for you when you are dead". I contemplate for few seconds and recollect that I was warned before coming to this place that it is equivalent to receiving invitation from death. Then I put the events that happened one after the other. I was suffocating under water and this figure,in dark black robes, invited me on to this boat. Is this figure the death?
I don't seem to worry about the fact that I am dead probably part of me doesn't believe this or doesn't believe on death itself. Either way I appear callous. I notice that there is no air around not even through my nostrils. I am not breathing.
Its dark.I don't see anything mainly because my eyes are shut. Sensing my surroundings I understand I am surrounded by water. I am in the process of drowning. I am scared of water may be that's why I have shut my eyes. Any minute I am about to die but I don't know why I am dying.
Suddenly something grabs me by my whole body and pulls me out. But as my head comes above the surface I see that I am being pulled by my arm by some one in dark cloak with the face inside the hood. That figure resembles the dementor shown in Harry Potter movie. I don't feel scared but instead I hold on to the hand and help myself to climb into the boat in which that figure has come to rescue me. After I climb into the boat I realize there is one more man with spectacles with thick black borders. He appears like a confused geek, like one of the guys whom my boy friend makes fun of. I look at my dress to get an idea of where I was before this. I am wearing a dark long skirt. On some other day I would have looked sexy but now I am all wet but I am feeling uncomfortable as if it's very sunny with no air around. I discard the feeling.
The figure suddenly grabs a big pile of what seems like books kept one on the other, covered with a cloth from the postal dept and tied together. It lifts the packet and throws it into the water far away. I feel disturbed for they are my books, no they are memories piled as books and booklets. I am not going to get them back. That's when I realize I am in a boat which is in a very big lake, the water is stagnant, there are tree branches coming out of the water and are in the way as the boat moves slowly forward. The guy beside frowns at me and I hear something from him. I don't see his lips moving but I hear "what use are they for you when you are dead". I contemplate for few seconds and recollect that I was warned before coming to this place that it is equivalent to receiving invitation from death. Then I put the events that happened one after the other. I was suffocating under water and this figure,in dark black robes, invited me on to this boat. Is this figure the death?
I don't seem to worry about the fact that I am dead probably part of me doesn't believe this or doesn't believe on death itself. Either way I appear callous. I notice that there is no air around not even through my nostrils. I am not breathing.
