(Short story - a work of fiction)You opened your eyes and discovered something - A peaceful place, white clouds all around; a glorious white light ubiquitously spread; all hazy; someone clad in white appeared from nowhere.
"You were on your way home and you died. And that's when you met me."
"What! Where am I? I don't understand....."
"You met a fatal accident, on your way home, a truck skid and then the car accident happened. They tried to save you, all in vain."
You exclaimed, "I....I died! Where is my wife? My children, are they fine? Who will take care of them? I want to see them."
"They all shall be fine soon. Your kids will remember you always. Your wife will cry, but secretly relieved. Nevertheless, your marriage wasn't working well."
"Oh. So what happens now, I will go to hell, heaven or something?"
"Neither. You will reincarnate."
"Reincarnate.! So, the Hindus were right."
"All religions are right my son."
"What's the point, then? I will start again as a baby, a blank slate. So all my experiences of this life shall vanish."
"Yes, you are nothing but a magnificent soul. You will be born as a Chinese girl to a farmer in 592 A.D."
"592 A.D., but that has already passed. You will send me to the past! What if I meet my future self then."
"Its only you who is born and dies again. You have reincarnated numerous times. In this universe there are just you and me. You are my child, and I, your father."
"Wait.. You mean I everyone, and everyone else is me. I am Abraham Lincoln... I am Hitler... I am Akbar.. I am Mother Teresa.. the street side beggar, and I am.... I am Jesus.. Ram......and....."
"Now you get it, my child."
"Every time you victimized someone, you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."
"You mean I am god."
"No, not now. You are a fetus, still growing, getting mature."
"I am sending you on your way now."
