Little droplets poured down my face and the umbrella was gone too. I was frightened. I couldn’t stand there forever I thought, so I said farewell to my new friend. He wouldn’t reply back but I couldn’t wait any longer. Time wasn’t waiting.

Juka is a joker standing on his nose. His expressions are tinted with a sad hue. He performs tricks to create a mirage. Can he hallucinate with his thoughts, or can he pretend? I don’t know but I met him in a dark alley across the toy store.

It wasn’t one of the happiest days in the world I suppose. My eyes could feel the grey around me and it was cold. The downpour was almost worsening that minute era. With an umbrella in my left hand, I was walking down the street. I took a rest across the toy store and someone said “Hi”.

Startled, I looked around me in search of what sounded more or less like a hum, but an awkward silence took over. I thought of that strange sound and tried my best to connect to it but all I could hear was nothing. “Hi”, he said again, louder this time. This time my instincts drove a parallel to the sound and I found myself facing the alley. It looked bitter.

I hesitated at first. I am not comfortable with the unknown, but my inquisitive side ran wild.

I walked forward ignoring my common sense. I saw a man upside down, dressed in bizarre attire. His legs were wrapped in skinny black jeans and he wore a white striped shirt. His suspenders looked lose; it seemed like the man was defying the theory of elasticity. His hair was untidy and it was oozing out from the sides of his almost-bald head. His face was painted white and a red smile was drawn across his sad face. I sneered at him. This man was wrong, his existence felt strange. Why is he standing on his nose? I thought.

I did not run away nor did I scream atop my lungs but I continued to stare. My gaze caught his attention, finally. He tried to frown so that I could see him smile a little better. I was his only audience and I watched. He sang a song, a gloomy one but I was his only listener, so I listened.

Time passed by and I grew old. I looked at my hands, they looked miserable with all the wrinkles. I touched my face and the smoothness was gone from there as well. For such reasons I frowned. I examined the creepy joker in front of me and he still looked the same. His smile was still there. It would not fade away.

Little droplets poured down my face and the umbrella was gone too. I was frightened. I couldn’t stand there forever I thought, so I said farewell to my new friend. He wouldn’t reply back but I couldn’t wait any longer. Time wasn’t waiting.

I turned around but to my surprise, the toy store was gone. It was now a grey abandoned building. As I started myself towards the city, I noticed the streets were empty and deserted. I couldn’t spot a single person.  Scared, I ran as fast as I could. I kept running until I fell. I fell deep down into a hole and with a thud, I woke up.

Very few amongst us like bizarre things and the peculiar ideas that interest these few could easily look crazy to the others. Nonetheless there is just a fine line separating insane and a genius, it depends which side you are comfortable with.