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The nectar of the gods.

It was the liquid, gold as the imaginary heaven which we’ve seen in the books, or just pictured in our head.

“Yes.”

The phone rings in the distancem and I pick it up.

The war seems to be going on between the gods for some nectar that has been found, which I chuckle to.

I see on the tv, everybody rushing to see the view of the monsters and the gods, pulling the rope that holds the nectar of immortality.

The humans have no say in it. They can only see from the distance the tug of war, till the day of the judgement. The judgement of future towards heaven or hell. There is a middle ground too, called being born as a human, but no soul is ever willing to choose, a life, where they have to constantly live in the fear of death someday. *chuckles while looking at the telly.*

The earth is already the middle place stuck between the dark and the gold.

The pain, that is got here goes from extreme to nothing at all, whle in the , the pain is the only thing that exists. I don’t want to break it down into simple words. If my words are a puzzle to you, then give it sometime, till it you finally crack it up.

Because with time, you shall understand the nectar of immoratlity only traps you from leaving anywhere, eventually making you get bored of your life.

It is great. It is great. It is great.

They like to say, or should I say, they like to repeat it like a mantra.

And I simply smile.

The wound is already healed to be never hurt again, that is heaven.

The wound is always open and always hurts, but that is how living in hell has become like. It is getting me habituated living in this place, where certain injured souls have become my friends, and we gossip about our neighbours, while we go to the gym of hot fire to pour in more coal together in the evening.

We also have dinner parties sometimes, where we eat coal and fire for barbeque.

Ummm… it is tasty.

What do you eat in heaven, btw? I ask my friend on the phone who is in heaven.

Oh we eat, fruits engrossed in nectar and cinnamon here.

“Eww. That sounds disgusting.” I reply.