Peace.

It is an uneasy process. There is garbage and filth all around. And then there are people, including me, who exist in this smelly backyard of this house whose owner lives now in New South Wales. Some have big noses, some have no eyeballs. Some have dirty teeth. They all speak mean things. They all wanted to go to a certain place. And only one of them would be the chosen one. So they would fight to go to the place. Every day.

No one knew how to go there. Though, they knew that there was a definite secret to do so.

Across the world, there are millions of such weird people who meet everyday across hundreds of countries in such backyards, who want to go to that place

I lie there. With my clothes torn, with a headache of a different kind. I am numb. There is no sensation. There is only noise that they all make which disturbs me. It hinders my thought process. I don't know what to do next. I want to go to that place too.

You must be thinking what this place that I am talking about really is. It is a place of peace. A place of satisfaction. A place of fulfillment. A place where all retribution ceases to exist by the power of the feat performed. At this place, nothing will matter.

I suddenly see that everything is different. I cannot see anything but a white screen. I go to touch it and realise that there is nothing there. It is not tangible. There is an endless expanse of white. There is no end. And I turn to look at where it begins and as expected, I see that there is no beginning either. I look down to see the colour of the floor. There is no floor. I seem to suspended be in the midst of white.

And all so suddenly, I am back in the filthy little backyard again. I find myself suffering from a lingering hangover which makes my mean comrades sound louder and more irritating.

I wonder what happened in that one moment. The beautiful place that I was in, only for a moment. I thought I had reached that place. Why couldn't I have stayed there and more importantly, how did I really get there?

It struck me. I had closed my eyes. It dawns on me. The process is not uneasy. It is the easiest. What really is difficult, is the decision to shut the eye.