1. Cold Heaven

It's quiet, cold and wet... I was expecting heaven to be a little more - I don't know - classy maybe?! Something's really funny about this place.

 

"Hello!"

 

The sudden voice startled me. I quickly turn back to see who it is but for some reason everything felt frozen and my movements appeared to be in slow motion. I turn back to see a short guy, fat, almost bald if not for the few moustache like strands right above his forehead staring at me with a very weird look. I couldn't actually make out what he was feeling because there was bright light appearing from behind him which was dazzling my eyes.

 

"Hi, umm... Am I lost?" Apparently that was the smartest thing I could think of to say at that time.

 

"Are you? Well, this looks like a pretty small place for you to get lost you know!"

 

"Oh!... he-he... umm... well... I... er... I have... I have a stupid question..."

 

"Seriously? Yeah sure, why not!" He replied looking at at his wrist.

 

"Are... r-r... Are you God?"

 

"Uh, under the given circumstances, yes you can say so!" He did sound quite convincing.

 

"Wait, am I dead? And is this hell... because it surely doesn't feels like heaven?!"

 

"Interesting! Do you remember how you came here?"

 

"Uhh... no! in fact I don't even remember who I am!"

 

"Can you try to remember your name?"

 

"No... I can't! And what's with the cold and wet feeling? That strange smell... It's familiar but I can't really point what it is."

 

"Ok, that's it! Your name is... %#$@&"

 

"What? Can you say it again?"

 

"It's... @#&%$"

 

"Sorry, can you be a bit more louder? I'm not able to understand what you are saying."

 

***

 

"Jayantilal..."

"Jayantilal..."

"Wake up Mr. Jayantilal Tambura!"

 

"Day-dreaming again, are we? This is the third time this week!" There he was, shift supervisor & my boss Mr. Handa. About 5 feet tall, fat, almost bald. And figuratively, yeah he was kinda like God at this moment.

"I have started getting the feeling that it really doesn't matter what I ask you to... what... What happened? What are you looking at?"

"Wh-whe... where am I?" I replied, still trying to get a grip of what's happening with a dizzy head.

"Mr. Tambura, you are standing inside the cold storage room of the hotel where you work! Do you understand what that is? The cold place where you store food ingredients which helps them from getting spoilt!"

"What? How did I reach here?"

"Exactly my ques... What's that smell? It smells like... HEY... DID YOU PEE IN HERE?"

Shit!