In some part of the world there is a kingdom where nature
basks in glory, where people still trust each other, where love thrives and
deception has not stepped in. There lives a kid who spends his evening waiting
for the princess to arrive in woods. As usual, he is there sitting on the log,
his head dipped down. The tattered brown robe on his body is not enough to
defend from the chill that sets in at night. It’s been more than an hour, but
there is no sign of restlessness in kid. He knows she is going to come. Shades of
trees are stretching with the sun going down. Within minutes the sun will be
hidden behind the blue mountains. Cold wind from the west has started to blow.
Grazing leaves on the forest floor has started to unsettle the calm.
…and the scene keeps building inside my head while chatter
continues in cubicles around me. I don’t wish to break myself off from the
imaginary build up projected on the screen of my mind, even when the chatter
starts to dip into my own cubicle. But who cares what I want. I don’t want to get
into conversations unnecessarily. Yes, I can enact to be a good speaker. But
why does someone has to push me for it? The need of the hour drags me off from
my comfort zone, and I temporarily pause all the drama inside my head. Damn! I
feel pity for my characters who turn jobless while I am conversing with
someone. I really enjoy being me.
In between imports of code and its reuses at office, I miss those days
when I used to sit back and do nothing. Just do nothing for hours, and stay mused
in thoughts; sometimes dark, sometimes illuminated. Now I crave to have some
moments for myself where in them I would be alone. I would contemplate on what
I did, I would plan what I will do.
As the office hours dissolve, once again I start to frame the story. The projection on the screen of my mind starts. I try to cut off from distractions as far
as I can to ensure I have clear and crisp reception of my characters at play. I
start to connect the pieces again and the story resumes.
Wolves have started to howl. The sun has set behind the blue mountains. The kid is afraid, he must
return home now. His mom would be waiting. But the princess hasn't come yet. He loves his mom more. So he must return now. He stands
up, and start to move with his face numb and his heart heavy. He won’t let the
tears come. His mom will never wish to see him distressed, he knows. ‘Love is
an illusion; I won’t be deluded by promises and die freezing here in woods’. As
he was returning, a golden deer came running and stopped beside him. He turns to see the
golden deer liberating godly rays. His surprised eyes start to roam on the
shining body of the deer. And then he notices there is a letter lying by the
forelegs of the deer. He picks up the letter, and unfolds it. The letter reads:
‘Tomorrow at dusk. Wait for me. I shall be there. Love. Only yours…’
Marks of her lipstick on the letter pouts and blows a kiss towards him.
Marks of her lipstick on the letter pouts and blows a kiss towards him.
Kid’s smile after reading the letter has taken over me too.
His revitalized trust gives me strength for the coming day. I tuck into bed for
sleep now. The new day will bring a different story, for me too and for my
characters as well.
