She looked forward to the day. The exact time of the day, to be precise, when she would lay her eyes on him. It had almost been an year.
When he called her to announce, “I’m here!” she couldn’t hold back the bounce in her strides, as she walked towards him. And when she saw him, she hurled herself at him, and took the long pending bear hug from him.
Just the thing she needed.
He held the strings that bound her, untangled them gently so that she could slowly breathe. The first breath she took cracked the high wall of pretense she had built around her. She took another deep breath and she found herself unravel in his arms.
Her vulnerability lay bare in front of him.
They sat next to each other on the bench. Leaves crackled as they shifted their feet. The winter afternoon heat warm on their backs. His arms around her shoulder. Her hands resting on her thighs. They sat for a while. Her emotions finally found words and they flowed from her lips. The unspoken, unseen weight slowly lifting from her shoulders.
Trusting that he can take it all, she unfolded. And he did.
Though they felt stillness around them, the time kept ticking. Finally it was time to leave, with a promise to see each other soon again.
As they both walked away in the opposite directions, she walked away with strength and courage to live from him. And he, with a bit of her soul.
I guess I always knew it, but I refused to accept it. Untill I was forced to acknowledge it during a training session. It was an activity, the trainer had said. He handed out A4 sheets, a sharpie and couple of colour markers around and asked us to draw. At first it was guided. Simple drawings. When it came to combining those simple drawings to create something unique out of our imagination, everyone, including me, stopped.
He chuckled and asked, “Did you guys never draw as a child?” “No one is going to watch you. No one is going to judge you either. You do you.” He said.
It took a while, but slowly everyone got comfortable in their skin. Comfortable enough to show what came out of their mind. Merge it again with everyone else’s creative mind to create something absolute. Ok, almost absolute.
Thus, the trainer had emphasized, “Think Alone. Think Together.” Creativity isn’t dead. It still is very alive in every one of us. Just that there is a barrier that stops us from exploring our potential.
I made this with a play dough while playing with my 3 year old niece today. It was almost like getting into a meditative state and let my mind break the barrier. I knew it was ugly. But my little one found it funny enough to lift it. Look at it. Talk about it. Play with it. And then take pleasure in crushing it back in the play dough box.
I am now no longer embarrassed of whatever, in the name of art, comes out of me.
What’s a human without any trust over another human or any ounce of hope that maybe, just maybe, things might be different for him/her?
It this what is called as merely existing?
She had “stolen” the light. She ran away. Stood by the door and slowly opened her arms. A white glow spread over her face. She had the light trapped between her tiny hands. It was hers now.
She smiled. Her curiosity piqued. She turned it up and then down. She shook it left then tried tossing it towards her right. The light still shone bright.
Finally, she clutched it tight and raised it above her head with a happy smile. Seemed triumphant. There was her firefly inside her balled hands.
She tossed her head around, annoyed that sleep almost eluded her.
“I can’t feel my face!” she complained.
He leaned across and planted a kiss on her lips.
“Better?” He asked.
But she had already fallen asleep with a faint smile on her lips.
Summers are here. With it are all the flowers in bloom. And then there are paths like these, that you see here. I walk by this path. Everyday. Appreciating how pretty it looks.
Defined by the rules laid down at the workplace, I would refrain myself from capturing it. Because I thought I can’t. Even if it was outside the work premise.
Then today I asked myself, “But baby, what if you can?”
It was an excruciatingly hot afternoon for Bangalore. The AC of the Volvo bus was a respite. Usually, the driver conductor duo I come across are very normal.
But this duo, this duo was something. They were partners. I saw them sit, the way you see here, and enjoy each other’s company. There was lot of laughter and banters exchanged. They became partners in crime when they opened the front door and had a fun fake fight with the duo of the bus next to them. The door closed. The bus moved forward.
The laughter and animated conversation that ensued between them was a treat to my eyes and ears. The language barrier didn’t stop me from understanding the chemistry.
Things that make work fun.
Have you ever observed, how sun rays stream through the gaps between the petals of a flower or the leaves? The gentle caress of the early morning sun rays, brings out the colours. Yellows seem brighter. Greens seem flourescent. There are shades that are treat to the eyes.
Maybe when you’re rushing or running in the morning. Stop for a second. Feel the warmth. Catch that one stream before it hits the ground.
“Look at me”, she screamed hoarse in her head
“Stop looking at the time! And look at me! I’m right here, with you. Next to you. Why don’t you see me?
Talk to me. Distance between us grows because our silence fills the gaps. Set down your phone. Forget your work. Talk to me!
Open up with me. Share your thoughts and ease your mind. I will never judge, for the thoughts that cross your mind. Open up with me!
Words that flowed easy as did our emotions, are now bounded by chains. We are growing with our priorities, I agree. But stop. Let’s stop pushing each other away.
I’ll simply say, hey! pay attention to me. The wouldn’t be much left after we are done.
Let’s not lose you and me.”
Sometimes you don’t tell, just do.
An act of love.
A decision in action, silently taken.
Maybe an impulsive one. Maybe out of deep hurt. Maybe out of kindness. Maybe because you’re biting back words, so as to not scar another human. Maybe out of a silent protest. Maybe out of passion.
So, sometimes, you don’t tell, just take actions. At times they are louder than words. If not, at times they serve better than words.
Silence at times speaks the loudest.