Symbiotic Beings

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.