Life of Luke - Part 1

INTRODUCTION

Since we live in the era of series, an age where everything comes to us as bites or parts, I thought about coming up with a blog series, a fictional story about characters and their lives (maybe deaths too).

Most of the chapters will probably end without warning and some chapters may not even feature some characters.

Please bear with me as I take you through this fiction and note that the events being told are entirely fictional.

Any resemblance to real life events is purely coincidental or based on the author’s (yes, that’s me!) imagination.

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06:30, December 5, 1993

“The sunlight had just started appearing through the windows when he was born with a loud cry, my beautiful Luke,” recalls his mother.

Luke, the bright one, born on a lukewarm December dawn.

Born to a middle class family, Luke opened his eyes and looked at his mother in awe. He had long hair, blue eyes and long fingers on both his hands.

His mother remembers showing the fingers to Luke’s grandmother and telling her that Luke would go on to become an artist.

The hospital stay was not something Luke really liked. He despised the fragrance of lotions even if it smelled of roses and jasmines.

All Luke wanted was to go home.

While he had not seen it in colors, Luke tells his mother that he knows where all the rooms are and can picture everything in monochrome as he was colorblind when he was in his mother’s belly.

They both smile and cuddle to sleep.

One week flies by and Luke heads home. It was exactly the same as he envisioned, from the freshly painted walls to the noisy fan, everything looked familiar.

Unlike his fellow human babies, Luke was not a big fan of milk and preferred water over milk any day.

He was also hyperactive and enjoyed crawling behind cats like a snail.

Days and months passed and by three months, Luke was already on two legs and showed the cats who was the boss.

He would often take the cats on his hands, and proceed to bite and chew off their tails and ears.

Their scratches meant nothing to him, even though he would realize what the cat had done later only. Upon the realization, Luke would cry like a baby and run away like a horse with it's tail between it's legs.

Months turn to years and Luke catches up to the whole concept of television.

The magical display box with their fancy advertisements was an instant hit.

He would soon start singing along the music as a lullaby. Before long, he was an addict of washing powder Nirma and the twist-and-disappear Shaktiman character that made a cameo on screen (Google it!).

The clock kept running, and what felt like two days, turned into two years in no time. Luke was two years now.

For a baby, it was all about learning and unlearning a new life.

However, it was not all smooth sailing for Luke's parents. There were already tensions in the air for a while now, and it only worsened from bad to worse with each passing day.

Eventually, there came a point where his parents decided that enough was enough and charted out their seperate escape routes.

Luke saw a letter from one of them, but the address had three words which was foreign for Luke.

It took yet another three years for Luke to actually decode and decipher what those three symbols actually meant…

To be continued.