Lonappan @ Heaven Part

A veranda. All painted in white. Someone is walking through that corridor. Is he dreaming? Maybe. It’s impossible to see such a scene in life. It must be a dream. His thoughts inside the dream confirmed it as a dream. He found that man. Man or woman? Long white dress, he must be a man tired of answering all the questions of this universe. He stopped for a moment. He turned back. Now Lona could see his face. An old man with a rock star face, unlike other rock stars, his face appeared to be calm. Ponytail hair. Triangular bearded. Goggles with a golden frame. It seems to be a never-ending walk. Lona stopped looking at the old man figure. He glanced at the mirror. He could see another face, is it Lona or Lonappan? his great grandfather. This is utter confusion, he thought, it should have been Lona. Instead, it shows Lonappan, a dream can have any nonsense. Still, he lamented, a mirror should not tell a lie even in a dream. The mirror should be a mirror. He looked again. This time, he realized the mirror was right. He could see hundreds of heads in the same mirror. Reflections. It was like a saloon mirror. One mirror in the front and one in the back. He looked again at that old man figure. Is he the man controlling all the evolutions happening across the globe, this entire nature? In another flash, the face of the old man changed to appear like an old woman. Is he driving all these changes in science, technology, and communication? Is he driving this entire galaxy? Who is this old figure?

Lonappan thought that the transitions and transformations of human beings were not easy. The world loves to watch Niagara Waterfalls. They don’t need to think about how that happens. The little drops of water come together and become a bigger one. These small drops flow along with others that move like streams, join a river, go around places, touch several shores and stones, embrace several tree roots, finally come over and fall into Ontario lake, further flowing and meeting in the vast ocean. Lona preferred the streams, rivers, and lakes instead of looking at the wild and mighty waterfall. He used to speak to those tiny water droplets which are flowing through the silent streams. “Oh, beauty, you will reach that big ocean. If you find a river on your way, join that river, never re-route to a pond, flow freely to the ocean.” 

How clever is that man! The man who encapsulated even the evolution of the world into those drops of water. To that drop, painted the hidden beauty and magic of all senses of human beings, the one who created a never-ending sensation of nature's beauty.

This magnificent creation flows along with evolution. On the way, it cleanses the soil, stones, and plants. How did this white-robbed old man create all these streams? People call him God. He glanced into the mirror again. He is not Lona. He is Lonappan. This time, the picture was clear to Lonappan. This is heaven. This is never the dream. It is the reality of Lonappan. He thought, “It can’t be left like this. I need to ask that strange figure, God.” He knew it may not be easy. Many people attempted it in the past. It’s his turn now.