I was going through a deserted avenue. I noticed, somewhat away from the path, a woman was sleeping under a tree. She was facing back.So, I did not have idea about who she was. I was grabbing a knife. Someone from within me told me to stab that woman. I did not have idea who told it, but I could feel that it was such a superpower that it was impossible to disobey, no matter what it cost me. So, I went and tried to stab her to her heart. But, as if, I did not have slightest control on my hand so I missed it and what it made was a mere scratch. The woman turned her face to me and to my horror, I discovered that she was none but my mother. I had to stab her, so I took a second attempt and again missed. Then I became mad and went on hitting her. Since I had no control over me, the numerous stabs fell on every inch of her back. In the whole process, she did not utter a single syllable, did not try to stop me but looked at me straight without blinking. I had a very vivid memory of her eyes - cold as ice. I have never seen such a mixture of acute hatred and anger in any human eyes. They were freezing me down to the bottom of my mind. When I finally made it to her heart, I was so assured that I have done the job at last and her eyes are not going to pierce me any more.
