It's been days since I'm sitting in my balcony, with my phone, in hope to spit some words.
I wonder, how easy it is for people to spit, both words and saliva, to relieve themselves of suffocation. And how come I lack this natural physiological phenomenon necessary for survival.
I remember my mum was shouting for past three days to comb my shampooed hair. And how everytime i would have an excuse to postpone that. Some strands cover my left eye, so that I've only right vision. It's been a while, that I'm craving for left out sight.
It's evening now, not because the sun is about to go home, for rest. But because i saw, the moon to come up for it's part of duty. They both make sure that I never ran out of lights. But who will tell them, that till the time i don't remove my strands of hair, from my vision, it will be darkness. Despite all the light all around. And it's not that I've not tried. But seems like my hair don't follow my orders. So I've given up the urge to control them.
As stars were about to twinkle in darkness, marking their presence, another lock covered my right vision too. Helpless, i moved my hands, scared of darkness, and pain. Pain of a small hair strand that entered my eyes. Unbearable, but small pain. Driving me insane.
I was in utter despair, and anguish. Seems like this all is the result of not listening to mum's words. I should have combed my hair before they become unmanageable. Before they get the power to hurt me. She was right in saying that hair should be tied well. And not to be kept loose. I didn't listen her. I opened them up, loose. But now, nothing could be done.
I thought it to be, the end. I accepted it. Only then, a message pops up. With that, winds starts blowing, wildly. They put my strands behind my ears, as softly as a passionate lover does. My vision clears up. Evening becomes bright. I could appreciate the dim light of moon and sparkling stars. My body feels like it can still do work. I felt alive. I cleaned my mess. I picked myself up. My pieces, one by one, and put them back to myself.
I felt as if I came back after touching death.
I felt as if I know what death is, what life is, and what that partial line is, that separates both of them. I felt.