Beauty and the Beast
"See. I know the story. I have read the chapter." Shane started to recite that story which was too close to my heart, that is, "On the Face Of It".
I still remember how in the class, when Ms. D was explaining this story to us, the way she touched the essence, the jest of those perfectly expressed dialogues, I literally, felt it. Felt it too deeply.
"Philosopher! " Shane shook me hard.
"Ahh." I reacted, then suddenly taking my eyes away from him.
He giggled a bit but then got serious,
"I'm asking you something. Where are you lost? I hope you heard my understanding."
His forehead had a way too deeper vertical line this time. It seemed like he was too annoyed of me this time.
"I'm sorryy. I did hear you." I said in a typical girlish tone.
"Hmm." His left eyebrow went up, which made me feel like I goofed.
Shane jerked away the scene, shaking his head.
"You didn't stop or correct me anywhere, well. Then, I think, I have a perfect idea of the story." He said, contemplating.
"Yes!" I assured him. I was hearing, of course.
"Hmm. Soo...mm" He nodded his head, sucking his lower lip, rounding his eyeballs, in hope for probably me to speak something.
"Hmm. Soo..." He relaxed and sat focused, as I was thinking too deeply on how to put my words.
"Soo..First, it's an open ended story, right. Any possible ending could be there."
Shane nodded in yes.
"Second, uhm... what you think of Derek? Like, what made him change? Why did he listen to Mr. Lamb?" I asked, staring at him, with my eyes contracted.
"Uhm.. It's tough to face the world with such a face, and in the society like ours, where 'make up' becomes more attractive than bare and appreciating talents. "
"Aha! Nice one." My eyes widened.
"Derry’s half burnt face, just made people laugh at him, call him monstrous or they just sympathise with him. Damn! Even his own parents justified it more, instead of instilling in him courage and love and hope. Oh, 'no one loves a beast', that line, touched me. Oh! Derry."
I was wondering what happened to Shane today? He looked different.
"Yeah. Yeah. But Mr. Lamb, did show pitied or not? And why? " I continued.
"Yes...oh! No! No no. The Lamey Lamb, is such a cool one. At one point I felt, he too feels bad about his lameness, his loneliness, but it not made him disable or restrict him from doing anything or socialising. Derry but, after seeing that, that Mr. Lamb is not afraid of him, not talking about his face to him, instead welcoming him to his garden, he... Oh! How good he must have felt, being treated as a human and just not like any outcast or monster! Such a kind hearted human Mr. Lamb is. "
"No doubt, that's the reason, Derry soon started to respect him. He found some ray of love, life and hope talking to Lamb."
"Yeahhh.. A little bit of boosting can make so much difference! Disability is in our brains, right? Lamb's experience is somewhat to be marked here. "
"Hmm. You are right. His white hair, did meant a world for Derry somehow." I said in a low pitch.
"Yes." He said jumping a bit.
"So..." I chocked,
"What's, what's beauty, like to you, uhm..? Like if you have to define beauty. How would you?"
"Beauty, I think, is innate and not outer, the flesh! Everyone have scars. Lameness of Lamb, as you see, didn't scare the children or even us! We are just too inspired by him. No one is that perfect, like you see in those magazines or like those actresses. That's all fake. That ain't true beauty. No cosmetic can make you beautiful! Nothing, but you yourself, your heart, your words, your thoughts, your actions makes you gorgeous. The most beautiful." Shane looked at me, after speaking those words with soo much passion. I was amused. He looked jovial today. A completely different mess I was stuck in.
But he, don't know that it's easy to say, that beauty is not about face or dermis.
"Uhm.. consider if a girl falls for you, but she is the world's ugliest lady. But she is also someone, her temperament is such like say, the one you like. Will you be able to propose or love her, the way probably everyone desires for. "
Shane gazed at me for like a minute, with his brows collapsed.
"What happened to you? What's going inside your head?" He questioned impromptu.
I started rolling my eyes.
"Nothing. Just... Randomly.." I uttered.
"Let's, let's talk about next chapter. Let's decide when to meet, tomorrow."
Shane's eyes kept googling, as I started to pack up slowly.
"Hey, listen." He said in a soft but firm voice.
Suddenly, I dropped down the geometry, as my hands shivered. I sighed, picking up the stuff. He helped too.
After two minutes of silence, he spearheaded with his cocky voice,
"Now, will you tell what happened?"
I was not able to swallow that someone was spelling something, which usually I spill. When I got so weak? I voiced inside.
Who was asking me this? I pondered. The darkest one of our class, the mysterious Shane!
Yeah. The "Mysterious" one, indeed. He understands everything. His thoughts and personality is so good. Then why he shows to be low, dark, trying to be bad always? My head was thinking and thinking and thinking like anything this time. For, this was something unexpected that came from him today.
"Samaa!" He screamed, which chilled my spine for a second.
"Damn! Shane. You scared me." I glared at him, with deep anxiety.
"Haha. What can I do? You are too lost today. Why but? "