GODS

Aman was a 12th std. student in Delhi. He led a normal life, except for the fact that he could lift a truck with his right pinky.

Yes, Aman was a superhero. He saved women, banks, kittens, the president and did his chemistry projects.

That day had been particularly taxing on him. He usually sprains his wrist when he lifts a dozen cars at a time. Aman dragged himself to his room and dozed off instantly.

That night, he had a dream. Not one of the horrible ones, in which you are a mute spectator, but the rare ones, which you feel are under your control. Aman flew past cities, past the Himalayas, and into a, dark, deep tunnel, leading into a cave.

There he saw, an old, frail, breaded man stooped, and chained so heavily that he could hardly see a patch of skin, except for his head. The man looked up and Aman saw a face so featureless, yet screaming out for something, help, maybe, Aman thought. His eyes were sea blue, swollen and very dry.

With a weak, but probing voice, the man spoke, "So, finally, you've come."

Aman was confused, "You know me? How come...But I don't.Who are you?."

"You see Aman, this world, this universe is all about balance. Everything you see is always at balancing its negative self. "

"Mountains are there to balance the craters and trenches, air to counter water, hatred for love, good for bad. So when you earned those amazing powers, you terribly shook the balance of the creators great work."

All this was over-whelming for Aman, "Wait. I save the day and I'm blamed for it? What balance is this now, eh?"

"You used your power to help mankind and not otherwise, those are your values and your good nature. But you are a superhuman and there needed to be a counter-force for you too. And that force, is me."

"Yes, I'm weak, frail, these chains are the burdens of hopes and aspirations of all man and animal kind. I take their misfortunes, their pain and suffering."

Aman,"But I thought I do that."

"You wipe off their tears, I keep them. All the pain and suffering don't vanish, they come to me."

Aman, "So, why call me here?"

"Because the time has come. We must switch places. It is your turn to be the hope-keeper now." And the man raises his hand towards Aman.

Aman reluctantly puts his hand forward,"But who are you? And how do you know me?"

"I..., We, are the creator's two most trusted men. Commonly known as GODS."

As both touch each others' hands. A SNAP.

Adam wakes up with a start. He gingerly walks up to his balcony and flies out into the Manhattan skyline for his early morning vigil.