The Unseen Didn't Miss It

It was an overcast day at university; I was walking down the block towards the parking. Too occupied, wandering into the shell of my own with an internal debate going on about the various sorts of battles I am into. Maybe I’m not happy. Dizziness would seldom leave me these days, and it was just back! Despair started to settle down.

This didn’t happen! No no no! This didn’t happen! Even when you’ve learned to have it right, to move on, to look over –why would you feel this way now? Are you not at the extreme of inconsistency?! Think again. Think again. This can’t be. Enough weird happenings! It’s not in my hands! It’s absolutely not! Oh, so you won.

I was finally numb, my legs refused to take me any further, I thought I'd collapse. There was nobody around and I was thankful. I didn't want any stranger to come and ask me what's wrong, didn't want to start crying and look like a total fool in front somebody and then spend rest of my university years hiding from that person. The road was littered with dead leaves and feathers and dispersed pollens. If this was an ordinary situation and I were in my normal senses, I would've started designing patterns with those. But it wasn't an ordinary situation and my senses were stiff. To avoid falling down, I finally sat at the footpath facing the road, with my right hand against my chest (cause when anything would go wrong, an unidentified feeling would boil up into my chest, my heart would start to sink and instinctively my hand would reach up there to calm it). My hand was shaking, and it was then when I realized I haven't eaten anything since almost two days now. Sigh. I felt unusually weak. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally weak. Pathetically weak. I was dragged into another twister of thoughts. What have I become? A total emotional disaster! I sat there with my head resting at my knees; my right hand never moving from my chest. My breathing was still shallow. How long will all this go on? How am I ever going to be the way I was? Wish there was an escape... Life is weird. Life is unfair. I hate this.

I was running lethargically in vague circles in my mind, complaining and sulking. My traitor tears didn't miss a chance to betray me like everybody, they came out rolling. My knees were soon wet with my tears.
I felt a sudden change in the wind. It was soft and cool now. I looked up and saw that the clouds were ready to pour down. The breeze became a bit fierce, making the pollens on the road twirl. And soon enough, there was a number of pollen twisters twirling and whirling on the road. My thoughts were gone, I was now staring absently at the twirling pollens and dead leaves. Round and round they went, weightless and free. I started twirling and whirling with them in my imagination. It started to drizzle. Soft and buoyant drops, each making me feel a little more alive. Each slowly dodging away the dizziness. I wish it may start raining hard. I wish it may start raining heavy. The more hard would be the blow of rain, the more alive will I feel, and feeling alive was everything I wished for that instance. I was going round and round in my imagination, moving slowly slowly in the spray of water coming from heaven, the world fading behind, my eyes closed...
Every drop falling on me would generate a whole new image in my mind, I was retaining consciousness. The numbness was leaving, the dizziness was fading and my senses were active now. I was breathing normally now. I opened my eyes, and slowly moved my hand from my chest; yes, its okay now. My watch showed me its 2:30, time I get going for my van. I stood up trusting my legs, and continued walking towards the parking area.

Nature came to gather me up again. I was smiling now, thinking that the Unseen didn't miss it. The curtain of breeze passed over me, whispering gently, 'You could go on like this for few more days..'

Fiction: I'd Like To See Her Again

On the far side of the park in the pouring rain, she sat at the vacant bench.

See her face, what do you see?

She fell in love; in the wrong time, in the wrong place, with the wrong person.

But could she be blamed? Since love is inevitable. It just happens; in the oddest time, with an extremely wrong person. And fate is always there to make you realize that.

She wouldn’t wince, no matter how sharp is the blow of this heavy rain falling upon her. It was like, the sharper was the blow; the more unreal would she take the pain to be. The more drenched she’d be, the more real will she find her own existence. It was like, she’s trying to make sure if she is alive or not. She was trying to put the fallen things together; herself.

Even in this dim light, I managed to see those bruises of despair on her face being dissolved into smooth lines of resignation and acceptance.

That moment, she seemed totally drowned in desolation, absolutely lifeless and dejected; puzzled and lost. And this moment, her anguish was transformed into ease. It was obvious, that she has finally submitted to her ironical fate. She has successfully put the fallen together –herself; leave alone the uncertain duration; because sooner or later, she was going to fall apart, again.

Was she crying? Or were they sigh of submission? I know not. I wanted to go up and tell her how courageous she is, to sit by her side and tap her shoulder for her braveness and endurance. I wanted to tell her how proud I am of her; of course I didn’t know here, but I felt this unknown connection between her and myself. A very powerful connection for that profound instance; because her story, was pretty much my story.

I looked up, and she was gone. When did she go, I don’t know. Where did she go, this I don’t know either; but she wasn’t there anymore.

I was left alone, with a feeling of regret to have missed a chance of talking with somebody whose story was in union with mine.

Her face revealed a story, a heart wrenching story; story of love, story of pain, story of despair, story of loss, story of separation, story of dejection –story of contentment.

I wish to God, to see her again. Yes, I’d like to see her again.

 

You know, fate could be really brutal at times. For some, it begins with misery and ends in happiness; but for some, the misery gets worst towards the end.

God dwells in my Heart

God is one tricky business. Hes a mystery. Nobody could understand Him and His doings.
He is nowhere and yet He is everywhere!
I searched for Him everywhere. In temples, In mosques; He wasn't found. Yet I found Him residing in My heart!

Amazing how He is there in my broken heart when this entire universe is not enough to accommodate Him!
Often I cry in gratification when I see Him showering His blessings upon me! Such a sinner I am; And How merciful My God is, How easily He forgives me, How much He loves me ..

God is present in every single atom! Unseen as He is, But His existence is doubtless!