Wish of Curse

I was born in the time when the humans were on the brink of war. World War II it was. I came to know about it only after I was a teenager. Until then I could not understand what was going on. People in huge houses, like me and my family, stayed in huge houses but occupied only one room with one bag full of necessities like food and first aid, ready to flee and go to some new place to live. We changed places several times. I was too small then to understand anything and my family too kept the reason for our frequent displacement a secret.

One day, I heard noises. Sound of gunfire and bombs and of people. I was fast asleep in my room. There was knock at my door. I was very deep in sleep, one of the reasons being the exhaustion of displacing from one place to the other. As soon I opened my eyes, I ran to the door but it didn’t open. I was stuck. Fortunately, the door opened after some time. I opened the door as swiftly as I could. The door opened but I was unprepared for what I saw. There was debris everywhere. Debris of the buildings which no more existed now. The beauty of the surrounding was replaced by the rage of fire which had engulfed everything on its way. Horror struck me. I searched for a human but there was no one. Ashes was flying in the air. As I looked up to the sky to ask God what was happening, I saw something coming down at a great pace. It was clearly visible in the night sky, thanks to the fire surrounding it. It was coming nearer and nearer…and now it struck the Earth. That small thing was a device of mass destruction. It burst and the house burnt into flames. I literally saw the fire attack my naked body that was only covered by some pieces of clothes. My clothes burned down and I stood naked in between tons of debris. I suffocated due to lack of oxygen and fell to the ground. As I was closing my eyes and going into the unconscious I felt the heat and could see my skin turn into brown meat. I saw the red fire burning everything on its way…including me.

I vividly remember. I was in my bed. People in white uniform were all around me, observing me. It was a small room for too many people. All had the look of excitement on their faces. All were staring at me as if I was from some other planet or the fruit of their hard work. I could not understand. I lifted my hand up. It was totally fine. It had regained its skin back on . I tried to lift my head up but I felt heavier and my head was feeling heavy too. I looked up at them and asked them about the place. The place turned out to be a hospital and the uniform people were the doctors. I was there for some years now. I was recovering. The reason why the doctors looked with amazement at me was because after going through all the burns I was still alive. According to them, I should have been dead long ago, at the spot itself. But something had not let my body die and that was what the doctors were researching upon. I was fascinated by the story and asked when I could leave. They answered…NEVER !