For years he was wandering in solitude. He was in solitude,
not loneliness….there’s a difference. He wasn’t searching for anything to complete
him; he was complete on his own; rather he was looking for his complement. He was
cynical or perhaps skeptic. He was constantly asked to be mature that’s why he
shoved that kid in him at the back of his conscience. Still, no matter how hard
he subdued; that kid erupted in his manners now and then. This made him even
more conscious about his outward appearance. He always questioned why he was
doing so? Was it because someone close to him left him just because he was too
childish or was it because he wanted to come out of that ‘youngest kid in the
family’ image?
In India life’s tough if you are a girl or if you are short.
Unfortunately, she was both. She wasn’t the girl you would find every day,
after all, how many girls you know bet on when Kohli will get out in the
ongoing cricket match? While other girls pondered over distinguishing their
favorite color between magenta red and crimson red, she very candidly said
“screw it!! I don’t have a favorite color”. She was different, not different as
in you wouldn’t forget her face once you saw her in the crowd-she was too short
to be seen in the crowd; but different intrinsically. She wasn’t the girl you
would remember for her artificially painted beautiful face. That doesn’t mean
she was not beautiful. She was beautiful. Beautiful in a way you can’t see. Beautiful
in a way you can only perceive. She was beautiful deep down to her soul.
You see, she wasn’t a regular girl. She was an amalgamation
of stones and feathers. At one time she would run a 7km marathon and win, and
at other she would faint by walking two steps. Her innocent face hid a universe
of unexplored pain in which no one was allowed to peek in. She had problems,
but she wasn’t a damsel in distress. She didn’t want anyone to solve them for
her, she only wanted someone to understand her quirks. The best thing about her
was, she was a mummy; not those cursed corpses they rant about in folk lore. Like
a mummy preserves the body organs, she preserved the childhood. She loved
children and became one herself when she was around them. That’s why she was
the answer to all his questions.
She complemented him and he was the astronaut of her space. They
were the perfect symbiotic beings the nature ever produced. They still are.
