The Rape of a Soul

There's a set of fingerprints on her face. Yes her ear does buzz, her cheek does sting and yes she did fall to the ground with the impact. Her cheek looked awful, the pretty cheekbone was now discoloured and disfigured.

"Do you have a fractured cheek bone?"I asked with genuine concern.
Thats all it took to trigger those words that dropped like sharp-hitting, jagged, black rocks on the pure delicacy of her soul.

"Reality here I come! Its high time I acknowledged your presence. I believe you exist. My cotton candy world has dissolved in the rain.. yes the rain is salty.

Now I see the world as it should be seen.. and hey... surprise! It isn't pink. It has other colours too. The briny water falling from the heavens stole my sight away I am blind now, but only partially... Yes, I do see forms and figures and they are quite clear.. Its just that grey seems a strange colour to be.

Is the world grey???

I hope not. I hope its just my eyes that have been affected and not yours. I hope you see colour ...pink, red, yellow, black and white.. clear unadulterated and pure.... not ambiguous grey."

She cried herself to sleep on my lap. I tried to stop the tears from coming but the child did not relent.

She transformed on my lap that night... salty tears, mixing with the putrid filth of the world. It cleansed all that was clean and pure and true, leaving... yes thats exactly it-Nothingness.
Thats a feeling too.

And I'll Dream

Do you believe you can have everything you want in life? Do you believe that every wild thought coursing through your brain is a certain eventuality?

I do.

Although, if I look at it outside my opulent fantastic world it doesn’t seem possible at all.

Why is it that opportunity always arises after you have made some selection? A wavering selection, is it right?

My questions: Is it wrong to expect things to come true. Is it right to want something more. Is it right or wrong that when there are possibilities or options…you may want look or even pick one up?

I saw a typical Hindi movie called Jab we met. It was one of those movies which I thought was all mush. The boy n girl meet, fall in love, struggle, and live happily ever after. It was exactly that.. and yet some more. I most often detest these movies. The mush…getting exactly what you want…. the perfect matches… they really depress me.

But here I am in post ‘Jab we met’- land thinking of possibilities and if the choices I made are really right.

Snap out

Okay…

There is this plot of land a short distance from my house. I’ve passed it each and every time I’ve gone out. It’s nothing much to look at. It’s run down; there isn’t a roof, a door or window. The walls are crumbling there’s weeds growing all round…. But it’s beautiful.
It’s wall-less-ness opens the possibility of new boundaries or even no boundaries at all; no roof means you can decide how many floors you want or whether you could have a tiled one or wether you'd like to stare at the stars while you sleep at night. No window opens the possibility of creating one exactly where you want it or saving you the trouble of opening something when you want a gust of breeze to go through your hair. And the fact that it doesn’t have a door simply means that I’m free to go into that house or remnant of a house and dream.

The other day while I passed that patch I dream of one day owning… A friend pointed out to this man who got out of his Merc and said, “This is the owner of Sunshree Builders.”

Okay this company owns a huge amount of land and has to its credit a large number of buildings. The very thought of him next to my patch sickened me to my stomach. What if he bought it!!!

I almost cried. Reality Check???

Were the Gods trying to tell me something? Till I decipher that, I’m too busy dreaming and wishing for it to come true.