27th September, 1984
She often thinks., What is she..?? Why is she..?? How is she..??
She happens to be too soft and sober, too simple. She is always a silent observer, owner of an eye for intricate details. She loves her own room, her window, to watch people pass by from that window, beside her bed. She flew with her wings of imagination, along with the tiny birds, the frequent visitors of her room. They sometimes entered her room, with cautious steps, their chirps exchanged their thoughts, which she couldn’t understand. But she enjoyed their company a lot. She lost herself often, in the vast blue sky with them. She could feel what the birds felt while flying high up in the air, cherishing their careless freedom.
She’s tender like those birds. She hated to hurt, responding to her own gulps. She loved to gulp her tears rather than putting others to tears.
Her little heart often felt trapped, by taking birth in this world of schools, studies, home assignments. The world and its rules and norms. She felt, the birds were so happy, they don’t have clocks in their nest. Tears rolled down often. Why is she born a human, why she has to act her age always, why she has to be careful and serious, in order to be acknowledged.. why can’t she live like a bird, breathe like a bird, why can’t she be a bird..??
She promises herself, to be born a bird in her next birth..!! Mom says, the human birth is the most blessed birth on earth, the best gift from the Lord. Is it so..??
Never ever seen anybody, apart from humans, say, a bird or an animal sad..?!! But human beings are mostly so so unhappy all around. More than enjoying life, they run after dreaming about the things they want to enjoy in life. They fight, they struggle to fulfill their dreams, their much so desired lives. And finally, one fine morning, they meet themselves on their final journey, stunned, puzzled.. that they are heading towards their end.. without getting the time to fulfill their dreams.
What’s the point in being so calculative, so complicated, so egoistic, so proud and running after reaching that no man’s land, where one is never satisfied..??
Asks her Mom. Mom says, not to waste her time, thinking the unthinkables. Time is like a flowing river, the part of water which once lost, is lost forever.
So true. Time is what..?? .. just a few moments, seconds, minutes, hours, divided and designed equally in a clock, again by the humans. Just a few ticktocks, she looks at the wall clock above her study table. It’s ticking. She suddenly starts hating time. She wants to stop it. But merely stopping the clock won’t stop the Time. Let all the clocks of this world, stop for one whole day, for once..!! She wants to see what happens..!! What people do, how people behave..!! Thousands and thousands of people, their varied thoughts, their different looks, their innumerous ways of living life, all so so different from each other.
So many births and deaths, go along, side by side, on one single day, all over the world..!!
Such thoughts in her make her feel unique from all her other friends and siblings. She loves herself for this, whereas her friends laugh at her for this. She feels like an alien in this world, where no one gets her words. She feels her soul is behind the bars, her thoughts locked inside her brain.
Life all around nature is so free. Humans aren’t. They are caged within their own thoughts. They can’t come out of their own shells of negative thoughts. She starts counting the stars, adores the crescent moon, she, lets free, her mind open, like the free birds, flying much much up, up above this world.
This world is lacking the eyes to appreciate nature’s handlooms. What artistically designed textiles elaborate the horizon..!! How creatively painted canvases are hung all over this nature’s museum..!!
She feels…!! Every breath of life in her.
She lives…!! Every bit of her feelings, every moment.
She loves…!! She loves to be born free like her birdies.
Flying free with her buddies, the birdies, to stay lost with her cute, little, wordless, yet mindful birdies.. in her imaginations, away from this mad mad world.
( — This world, from the eyes of a twelve years old.. 💝💕😇 )