In this short story, Bhumika R captures a figment of her imagination about life when we cease existing.
After a long and hectic day at work, Siddharth set his alarm for 7:30 a.m. and drifted off to sleep. But funnily enough, sometime after he had slept, he found himself tumbling and falling down some tunnel that reminded him of Alice in Wonderland. Nauseous and thirsty he continued to fall down-down-down that tunnel. Unlike the tunnel that Alice had fallen into, this one was brightly lit. In fact, a dazzling flash of multicoloured lights hit his eye and his eyelids shut in response. ‘Am I intoxicated and dreaming,’ he wondered. It seemed like a bottomless pit as the fall seemed never-ending. He felt thirsty and wished for a glass of mint mojito. As if his unexpressed wishes were being heard by someone, the mojito was thrust into his hand. But before he had taken a few sips of it, the pace at which he was falling increased, and began falling with a much greater force as though an extremely strong gravitational force was pulling him down faster.