Mysterious Heaven

"How will it be in heaven?” Babbulu put forth his question, though he knew what answer he would receive.

“What would I know? It is the ultimate happiness, that’s it. You dumb, stop questioning and at least be happy that this is our turn there,” Varshi answered in hurry, checking his line and making sure that no one notice him talking. 

Cloudisthan is ready with its first set of people for salvation. All one hundred and four exit points are lined up with people, who dreamt about this time for years. Other places like Badalisthan and Mabbubaad with two hundred & sixty and one hundred & forty seven exit points respectively, announced the countdown for the joint simultaneous exit of their people towards the journey of eternity. 

Direction of the exit points and number of people going for salvation vary with the time in the year. Last year at this very same time Mabbubaad operated only sixteen exit points. You know, it varies.

While the countdown began, Varshi and Babbulu looked at each other. Babbulu neither smiled nor was happy inside, but all he was expecting is a bright and exciting future ahead. Varshi's cheeks are red, his happiness limits are ironically clouds. All the preaching about heaven was his motivation, his great grand father never attained salvation but send many in that way. Varshi heard many stories about the heavenly place, how only good people get a chance to live there and how the density of people decreased.

Count tended towards zero, seeing Babbulu afraid, Varshi caught hold of the his friend's hand, with whom he learnt the purpose of life. When the count was 20, the enormous drum sets present in North-west corner of respective countries roared and resounded. Noise was huge, that far places around could feel the disturbance and create fear.

The automated sensor controlled gates fled open detecting the countdown. Soon people moved back and adjusted themselves in equal distances. Just after the gates bashed open, sirens at each exit gave the permission to jump down. 

Babbulu had nothing on his mind, while Varshi started planning his new life. Though he don’t know what is down there, but imagination is free and irresistible. His life flashed back in his eyes. Things his mother, father and teachers told him about the mystery unknown place and wide number of stories about it. He never questioned their words and stories. Like, if no person returned from heaven, how people come to knew about it. Like, who decided the criteria of selection. He just believed and dreamt about the place. Huge meadows, fairy angels, all time cool and peaceful, freedom of movement and every comfort possible.

It is not a long travel, perhaps no one knew the distance and time of travel, one who jumps should experience it on his own. Varshi searched his friends all around, but no one was there. He accepted the displacement as he knew it earlier. Closed his eyes thinking of the fairies, lakes and beautiful things he is going to touch. 

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“Run, run quick, it is about to rain. Bring the clothes, before goes wet again,” Mom shouted, alerting his son. “Careful,” She added. 

Jay ran watching his steps, before pulled the clothes off the wire, he closed his eyes and looked up facing the sky. Rain is bliss, rare rain is more. He waited for those cold drops to pop on his head. Babbulu was not expecting this, he hit on the forehead of the boy. Though felt the pain for a second, Babbulu could notice the smile on the boy’s face. 

“May be making someone happy is heaven, they were true,” Babbulu uttered, before got into pieces.

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Vamshi was seeing a blue layer with patches of green, his ideas of meadow felt true for him. His expectations increased, thanked his grand father. But before he reached Earth—the so called heaven—he was vaporised by the green house gases.

None of his friends survived, some burned alive on the hot silencers, some smothered in poisioness gasses, few were mercilessly thrown into smelling drainages.

Each ones thought was same, “I left heaven for hell.”

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Their ancestors and the stories were true, Earth was heaven, but not anymore. With pollution increasing on earth leave alone the nature, even people cannot survive here. 

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Badal-isthan

Cloud-isthan

Mabbu-baad

Babbulu – Bubble

Varsh-i