This is not normal at all. Should I be afraid? I don’t know, man! Ain’t have any clue! How do I explain this? Shit! I can’t take it anymore. Why me? Why! The worst part is that no one is there to help me solve this mystery! If I share it with someone, they might call me crazy! And why won’t they? I would also react in the same manner. I have to do it myself, and I don’t know where to start.
No logic! No scientific explanation at all? Is it magic? Dark magic!!! Or am I cursed? No, no, I don’t see it as a blessing. Or maybe a coincidence? Who knows? But I am not okay with it at all! The universe is playing with me!!!
I can’t sleep, and I don’t want to think again! Not after this. Surely I can’t. But what if I can’t control this? It happened out of nowhere, and it was somewhat forceful.
How brilliant am I? I have never met someone more than me. Arrogant? I know, but you got the math. It was my mid-term, and I barely attended only two classes, one of which was an introductory class. I was in my last semester, and this course was for fresher’s; roughly students of the second and third semesters were in that course. So, no friends either. What I had? One night and an extensive syllabus alongside my savior YouTube.
So I tried to recall how mam explained things to understand how I should write on my test. Strange! I remember every single detail, but her face was blurred in my memory. The classroom had 53 seats, four fans, and a vast air conditioner. It was painted recently, but the right wall had some tiny spots where the middle pillar was. The rows were divided into two columns. The left front row had three girls and a boy, while the right had five boys. I could even picture the hole in the bottom corner of the room. It seemed like metal was hit there thrice. Noticing these things is unlikely for any others because my university is top-rated and well-maintained.
🅢🅞🅤🅡🅒🅔
But why on earth, the night before my exam, was I recalling all of these when I had no time to waste? Simple! Arrogant me wasn’t okay with not remembering my mam’s face. So, I tried to dig deeper, and all of those popped up. I could do more digging, but I stopped when an unknown lady’s face popped up again and again when I gave it all to recall that face of my faculty. Yes, I couldn’t capture the image of my mam in my brain, but I was certain that unknown lady wasn’t my mam.
I didn’t give it a thought that time. I tried again, and this time I could recall how that unknown lady talked. She had a very unique voice. She was tall, thin, average-looking, and was not young enough for my date. I would never be interested in someone like her. But then, if I don’t know her, how can I remember that many things where the attraction is not a factor? Yes, my brain is sharp, but not that much to retain someone that good whom I don’t know at all. I thought maybe I had seen her somewhere, but this much information was bothering me.
I had a cigarette with tea and let all of it go. I focused on my study and gave an excellent exam. That day I couldn’t meet mam though I was dying too.
I was happy and enjoying my mid-break. Suddenly that lady came to my mind once again. Her voice, her look, her hair, like I just stared at her for hours and closed my eyes to visualize her; it was that good.
I didn’t panic because all my focus was on enjoying my free time. But the situation was getting out of my hand. Whenever I tried to think of anything, she was there, like my first and last love, the way it is shown in the movies.
I thought it was for forcing my brain to remember my Mam. As the unknown lady popped up, now it’s taking its time.
I had a mutual bond with my brain thanks to this logic. Everything is going fine. It’s nothing. But I got terrified when I received a mail from my university that a faculty of our university was dead, and you guessed it to the point, it was that unknown lady.
I am not okay at all with all of this. Things got even more heated when my course faculty didn’t show up for today’s class. As per the news, she is sick badly, and I am tensed, and still, I can’t recall her face.
Yes, I can see her picture on my University page if I want, but I am afraid to do that. Not again! What if!!!!! She is also not much familiar to me as thing stands!
I don’t want to think again, at least for now. But what if she comes to take the class and the next session she doesn’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
