"Okay!
I must admit, your sudden presence in my life was neither an exultant moment for me nor an exasperating one, at the same time.
Moreover, I never thought someone like who barely seems to breath can ever be my friend.
My typical mind stuffed with typically precious words of society says, "A sagacious mind talks less." So, it is quite normal for me to take you as a highly adroit someone, not because you talk less. In fact, you don't talk!
Trust me, I am completely fine with it. Do you know why I started talking to you out of nowhere? You don't, I presume. Because, I felt like talking to someone and expressing my feelings. I am in such an abject condition that I amalgamate many many things I get to see in a day but have none adjacent to me to whom I could express my feeling about all these happenings.
Ah!
Okay! So, listen!
Listening is the thing you are doing for the past couple of minutes and getting better at, gradually.
I have made a decision!
You can play an upbeat music in your background to listen to my words with more exuberance. You can also turn your face to me thrice to create an overly dramatized sequence.
Yes, I know I am being a blabber mouth.
Let us get back to the actual point. The decision I have taken is, I want to protrude away from the membrane of privacy. Did that make any sense to you? I presume not!
Listen again, you are the only being in this entire world to whom I can say everything. Literally everything!
Are you okay with it?
I know, the silence will keep amplifying if I stay silent too. Should I take your silence as a 'yes' or an attempt to attain prudence? I am not diffident about the amplitude of your amicability. I trust you.
Your silence failed to make me ambiguous! Got ya! Haha!
(Silence, again)
Okay, I now realize that you are endlessly spacious to hold patience.
I am not patient enough to bewilder you eloquently. You know, what happened last night? You were around, but unaware. My sister is the only person with whom I could share everything. She is almost 7 years elder than me and fortunately that age has never became a barrier between our closeness.
I never had friends at school and I still have none. Whenever I shared my feelings with someone- who felt close to me- either got shocked at my words or started making jokes on it. But my sister, she always heard me. She never judged.
Whenever, any of our teachers enters our classroom with an exam-paper, there are a few of venomous eyes who cruelly chase my paper to laugh at the score. I always try to hide myself as well as the exam paper from everyone's eyes. But, if somehow accidentally it gets caught by any of my 'blithe' classmates, that would be a significant reason behind one sleepless night with no sleep but water droplets in eyes. And guess what! My sister came out as the angel all the time who didn't let me be brittle by the influence of the brutal surroundings.
I was never able to make blunders, because I had my sister with me. Yes, I had. You know, I am crying now. Can you see that?
Even my parents can't see that! They couldn't see what they have snatched away from me. I can't express anymore.
My parents are getting divorced.
My father is taking away my sister. How callous that feeling can be?
I am still anticipating a shoulder beside me, the shoulder of my sister. I think I should change the topic right now.
You are the only being in this world to whom I could express these things, other than my sister. I know you would never judge me, never hurt me, never reprimand me. I rely on you. I can proudly claim that I rely on my sister and on an object which is not made up of blood and flesh just like the human is.
Thanks for listening. I am strong enough to keep you with me, ain't I?"
"I have to return it to the owner", is the only thing Rishta could think distinctly after reading up to this part of the diary which she found lying on the platform of a rail station. She immediately switched to the 'index' page of the diary hoping she would find the address of the owner.
Unfortunately, the page was totally blank.
Originally written on: September 29, 2017
Originally written on: September 29, 2017
Well written! If you are reading this I would like to tell Sanju from Bangladesh that I'm really sorry to joke about the country you belong!! I know it didn't go well with you.. Even I found it of real bad taste.. My maternal grandmother and grandfather both hailed from Dhaka,Bangladesh.I really feel that your country has an umbilical cord attached with our country.Keep writting good things. Wish you alot of luck.
ReplyDeleteHey Madhu!
DeleteIt indeed felt great knowing the ancestral facts you mentioned. And yes, it felt better seeing the effort you put to express that 'sorry-thingy'.
To be honest, I felt weird seeing the reply and found deleting the comment to be right thing to do. No hard feelings.
Thank you so much for your appreciation and it's okay. :)
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