As I started moving, my feet did not touch the wet ground or hammer the weight of my body upon it. I was drifting effortlessly and unnoticeably while the water droplets passed through my apparition. I had to be somewhere, but I was unable to figure out where or why.While I was diving upwards, the sun was plummeting to meet the horizon and the flock of birds started whirling around me: attacking me, drifting apart and then returning back ferociously, over and over again. On the cross road below, hundreds of faces were striding to reach their destinations. I was swimming in the cold evening air, and I could hear a cacophony of thoughts. Individual voices tuned into a single a frequency, making each one of them indistinguishable,and were causing a clamor in my mind.
In the midst of this chaos, I felt her presence. Something about her deep and indecipherable gaze captured my attention. She seemed very familiar to my hitherto erased memory, and hence I plunged towards her.
I sensed she wanted to set someone close to her heart far away. Who was she sending away, him or her own self whom she could not tame? If she could not accept him in his elements, why would he do it for her? She would chalk a future of pain to reaffirm her decision. I touched her hand andthe world stopped spinning. Her thoughts, her experiences now belonged to me; I could relive them, erase them or rewrite them.
Who is she? Why is she anxious? Who does she want to be?
I started exploring her memories. Most of them were like pages blurred with the moist of time. In her earlier memories, I couldfeel her dreams. She was untouched by the fallacies of this world. She would cut every experience black and white with her unambiguous beliefs. Strong and unrefined, she would simply push back every time she tumbled. She was intensifying; she was oblivious to the air or doubt. Most importantly, she kept smiling, again and again.
Like a story, I felt her first kiss; her first touch! She looked so beautiful! As the days passed by, she chose to become the caretaker of two bodies, two minds. Her love for me encapsulated the childish purity; she kept no guard to protect her tender heart. She wanted to possess and be possessed in return. She casted away every doubt by referring to the bible of love that she read and heard. She traded everything and everyone, even herself, on this journey. I felt alive by breathing her happiness.
I traced the train of her memory and got caught inside a dark chamber.I got curious; why did she lose herself? What led to this sombreness? She could not bear the loss when her lover betrayed her trust. She caged every thought that made her weak inside this empty chamber. She could now embrace the world from this veil of defence. Within the enclosure, I could hear the voices of her companions, eager to infiltrate. But the door never opened. I went deep into the tunnels and I was surprised to see a new world inside. It had faces which could not be erased. It had care and love that could not escape. It had experiences which shattered her. It had the sunrise which lifted her spirits and reaffirmed her that she could get by. She had carefully preserved this delicate world of hers. She could not let anyone take away her home, anymore. She realized the futility of wanting someone else to bring her the happiness she deserved. So she turned inwards, towards her dreams and towards the slices of her own life in the cage.
She would move back and forth between the two worlds. I got perplexed by watching her transform from the one to another. Did it make her happy or sad? To search for answer I dived back into her present. She was climbing the career jungle gym, conceptualized by the world around her and enforced by her own sense of righteousness.Although the falling rain makes her smile sometimes, she cannot stretch herself to get lost in the rain. She has to be somewhere. She wants to be somebody. Life has sliced itself to fill her entire day and there is no space for emptiness. While running the marathon for dreams, she is still searchingfor that perfect view where she can unlock her heart. But she cannot find the key anymore! I don’t find happiness to be a part of her life.
I have an urge to fix her, to make her more human. So I erase her memories of pain and departure. I juxtapose the young carefree soul with its present mechanical clone. I dilute her desire to have the perfect and painless future. Her life, now onwards, is a solicitation of the moments,people and thoughts which I did not touch.
I am amused! I am the god with the power to create a new person. Shouldn’t she be indebted for the miracle that I have done? Before I could bring her back to life, I start falling into the emptiness. When I open my eyes, I watch the world at the cross road, from her eyes. I feel the rain drenching my body and I smile for the freshness of my memory. She is me but she cannot identify me.
She starts running towards the basketball court. Through the crisscross view of the fence, she watches him play. She has no inhibition to accept him in her life. I wonder, how long would it stay? Would the brutal wrath of time and events mould her back into the same person? Would shebecome someone new who is better or would she be worse? I have changed her completely! Was it right? WhileI worry about the consequences of my act, she enjoys the sweet smell of rain and love.
I sensed she wanted to set someone close to her heart far away. Who was she sending away, him or her own self whom she could not tame? If she could not accept him in his elements, why would he do it for her? She would chalk a future of pain to reaffirm her decision. I touched her hand andthe world stopped spinning. Her thoughts, her experiences now belonged to me; I could relive them, erase them or rewrite them.
Who is she? Why is she anxious? Who does she want to be?
I started exploring her memories. Most of them were like pages blurred with the moist of time. In her earlier memories, I couldfeel her dreams. She was untouched by the fallacies of this world. She would cut every experience black and white with her unambiguous beliefs. Strong and unrefined, she would simply push back every time she tumbled. She was intensifying; she was oblivious to the air or doubt. Most importantly, she kept smiling, again and again.
Like a story, I felt her first kiss; her first touch! She looked so beautiful! As the days passed by, she chose to become the caretaker of two bodies, two minds. Her love for me encapsulated the childish purity; she kept no guard to protect her tender heart. She wanted to possess and be possessed in return. She casted away every doubt by referring to the bible of love that she read and heard. She traded everything and everyone, even herself, on this journey. I felt alive by breathing her happiness.
I traced the train of her memory and got caught inside a dark chamber.I got curious; why did she lose herself? What led to this sombreness? She could not bear the loss when her lover betrayed her trust. She caged every thought that made her weak inside this empty chamber. She could now embrace the world from this veil of defence. Within the enclosure, I could hear the voices of her companions, eager to infiltrate. But the door never opened. I went deep into the tunnels and I was surprised to see a new world inside. It had faces which could not be erased. It had care and love that could not escape. It had experiences which shattered her. It had the sunrise which lifted her spirits and reaffirmed her that she could get by. She had carefully preserved this delicate world of hers. She could not let anyone take away her home, anymore. She realized the futility of wanting someone else to bring her the happiness she deserved. So she turned inwards, towards her dreams and towards the slices of her own life in the cage.
She would move back and forth between the two worlds. I got perplexed by watching her transform from the one to another. Did it make her happy or sad? To search for answer I dived back into her present. She was climbing the career jungle gym, conceptualized by the world around her and enforced by her own sense of righteousness.Although the falling rain makes her smile sometimes, she cannot stretch herself to get lost in the rain. She has to be somewhere. She wants to be somebody. Life has sliced itself to fill her entire day and there is no space for emptiness. While running the marathon for dreams, she is still searchingfor that perfect view where she can unlock her heart. But she cannot find the key anymore! I don’t find happiness to be a part of her life.
I have an urge to fix her, to make her more human. So I erase her memories of pain and departure. I juxtapose the young carefree soul with its present mechanical clone. I dilute her desire to have the perfect and painless future. Her life, now onwards, is a solicitation of the moments,people and thoughts which I did not touch.
I am amused! I am the god with the power to create a new person. Shouldn’t she be indebted for the miracle that I have done? Before I could bring her back to life, I start falling into the emptiness. When I open my eyes, I watch the world at the cross road, from her eyes. I feel the rain drenching my body and I smile for the freshness of my memory. She is me but she cannot identify me.
She starts running towards the basketball court. Through the crisscross view of the fence, she watches him play. She has no inhibition to accept him in her life. I wonder, how long would it stay? Would the brutal wrath of time and events mould her back into the same person? Would shebecome someone new who is better or would she be worse? I have changed her completely! Was it right? WhileI worry about the consequences of my act, she enjoys the sweet smell of rain and love.