Yesterday night, I was reading a fantasy story book which got me engrossed. I couldn't take my eyes off it and so I continued reading it through the night. I found myself to be a constant observer of the happenings that was recorded in the book. I was introduced to many fictitious charecters, living and non-living. I was on-board the adventure that the charecters faced, I could imagine to ground reality the adversities that they faced and how they won over all of it.
During this time, my mother had returned back home. She had no keys and so had no other choice but to use the calling bell. I was so engrossed in my own fictitious world that I had lost track of time, I lost my response to the five senses and as a result, could not hear the endless ding-dong of the whizzing electric bell.
Later, only when I heard the land-line phone that was quite near me buzz to life, did I notice the calling bell's exhaustive screech.
From this incident and other similar incidents, is it possible to infer that the place we live in now cannot be the ground reality but one of the parallel galaxies that we traverse into?
Then where do we actually dwell? In our minds or on 'Earth'?
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