Cycle

 In summer afternoons, when you wake up from the deep dive of dreams, you often find yourself in the state of uncertainty. For a brief period of time, you can't differentiate between your dreams and the lucid reality. 

Yeah, I was feeling the same, but from the last two hours. Everything looked real and was present in front of me but all of this, the clouds, the citadel, the man, don't make a pint of sense. I had my head banged against the wall, pinched by arm ,even washed up my face. It was not a dream. I was there.

I was lying on the bed while thinking about all this, when telephone on the table rang.

"Dear Obliviant, You're acquaintance is humbly awaited at the 8th floor of east tower. Kindly reach there in half an hour." said a lady in a monotonic tone.

The building was separated into three different towers, the middle one being the tallest and the biggest. Each tower had long cylindrical glass beams covering them , making the caste look like a huge pipe organ.

I took the lift and then walked to the east tower through a corridor. With elegant woodwork, polished floorings, soft off-white walls, it looked like a vacation resort.  

 A woman in a white and blue gown spoke to all the people in an authoritarian voice " Gather around you folks, Congratulations, you have wasted a golden offer!!!".

"What do you mean? Where am I?"

"Who are you? What is this place?"

"Do I have to pay for your services?" every one gave that man a stern glance.

"Oh wait! Wait! , don't put out questions on me all at once. I know my job here." she said rudely.  

She took a few deep breaths, prepping herself for all the knowledge dump she had to throw at us clueless crowd.

" From the beginning of the conscious, every soul which loses its vessel, you may say body, mostly on death, can't tell you other cases, really weird ones. Where was I? Yes! When a soul loses its vessel, the soul is sent to us to be sent back to the universe on the planet of their choice." she said as we all looked with our mouths open. "however, these last few centuries, most souls are choosing earth for some reason" she remarked, " wait till their resources also get dwindled ".

" If we are souls without bodies, how can I see my mahogany shirt and pants? and where are the alien souls?" a man who looked like a school teacher, like his father, observed and asked.

The lady sighed and answered, as if she had answered this question hundreds of times before, "Your body here is an illusion, and we cater only to earthly souls. There are other hotels for other planets. There is no lack of space outside the universe" she smirked, maybe she was proud of her creative choice of words.

"There is a cycle, a soul is freed by the universe when the vessel dies, the soul comes to us,if the vessel does not get salvation, we search for a new vessel for them, and the cycle continues." then she said,"But when an oblivant arrives, a soul which has done crime against other souls, or which has destroyed its vessel , we send them back to another planet to a lower form of vessel".

She went on to explain all the rules and accommodations of the resort. 

So here I was, a man who was tormented by life on earth, getting a soft imprisonment in heaven.