Time Travel

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It was the day. After escalations and loads of hard work, series of sleepless nights, the product was delivered, went live and was up and running. It was a moment of triumph, felicitations and kudos and off course booze. It was midnight. They had taken refuge in one of the colleagues rented apartment, enjoying, congratulating each other, swearing at managers as one by one passed out. They lay scattered half asleep. Empty glasses and plates dispersed. The room corroborated their frustrations of past work and the relief of go-live.

Rahul, the developer was also one among them. Everyone knew how hard and dedicated he had been in last few weeks. The mounting pressure had only brought more good work out of him. The managers were praising him to the skies. He was happy, definitely very happy. To be precise, he was in the skies, literally. The booze had taken him in the galaxy. He could see the moon and the stars. He smiled at it's vastness.

In a corner, he could see a star growing. It grew and grew.  He strained his eyes which were now adamant to open. As it grew bigger, he could see it wasn't a star, but some person. Oh. It was his Guru. Oh. When was the last time he prayed or got his Guru's blessings. With mind half-out, he surrendered at the thought. The Guru smiled. Or was it a smirk ? Rahul folded hands and touched Guru's feet. Guru didn't move.

"Thank you Guruji for your blessing. I have delivered the product successfully. My managers are happy. How lucky I am. I must have been virtuous in my previous birth that I am this skilful and successful this birth", he said.

The Guru leaned and closed Rahul's eyes. Behind the closed eyes,  he saw himself at the center of a spiral. it was rotating and moving back. It's edges spurting stars. He was travelling back. Behind the Kaal, time. Then it stopped and Rahul opened his eyes. He heard a sound. Something stood before him. It was a donkey, braying and trying to walk laboriously. "You have done Loads of work, my child", were the only words he heard of Guru.

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