#People might hide, their flaws by drawing lines across faces and contour their edges for Chiseled jawline to add more perfection. But dear people those people don't know how to contour their imperfect and ugly heart. As always a true beauty shine from inside! It doesn't matter how many Layers of makeup a person has if he or she doesn't own a beautiful heart. You are beautiful the way you are! *You no need to hide the flaws, because your beautiful from inside and out*!❤️
" Could you hold my hand please ?" I ask . Naah...don't have the time . Is the reply . "Could you listen to what I have to say please ?" Too busy .. maybe some other time . Is the reply . I retreat once again . Into the latibule of my mind . Where I have befriended a whisper , a voice . Each night she comes alive . And listens to what I have to say . I rave . I rant . In silence . The echoes of which Only this voice hears . Ricocheting off crimson walls , With scratched surfaces . I am besotted by this voice . She says she's my isolated heartache . The one that sees how I am a deemed misfit , In the eyes of those around me . But not her . She's taught me how To make paper boats of solitude . I hold an amethyst washi in my hands , And make one each night . She says try sailing it on waters of HOPE . I set it sail ..but it always turns around , And finds its way back to me . Perhaps loneliness has found a home in me . And just as I am about to give up ... She whispers yet again...
/Darling.. Draw those curtains of past and let go . Don't you know you are worth Than what you are judged for .. Fade away you will if you let it happen . Look for a spark that frees your soul . Cos........ I have seen paper boats pile in a corner , Waiting to sail .. And every day the paper boy brings more /
I don’t remember for how much time I dwelt into the feeling of helplessness until my gaze was interrupted by a hand. All of a sudden, it appeared in my field of vision and started waving at me. It derailed my thought train. I followed the hand to its origin and saw it disappearing behind a pile of bags. I gathered myself and removed the earphones from my ears.
“Umm... Hello?” I spoke to the pile of bags which appeared to be having a waving hand. To my surprise, a small girl came out from behind the bags, accompanied by a fragrance. And it felt like the cabin was full of chocolate cosmos. Not more than five feet tall, she stood right over my cabin (read: my territory) by her luggage. According to my Sherlock senses (of course, pun intended), she looked like eighteen to nineteen years old. Usually I am very protective about my space but it was a different scenario. Out of those six spaces, I had only paid for one. So, technically that wasn’t completely my space. I started worrying that I may have to talk to her out of formality but those thoughts vaporized as my eyes fixated on her face. A strong jawline and cheekbones to be precise. I am not good in describing a person’s face. Let me rephrase that… I am horrible in describing a person’s face. So, let me end my effort here with just a regular “she was beautiful” phrase. I wonder what would happen if I ever become an eyewitness of a crime and the police asks me to work with the sketch artist. Ok, back to the topic. She was pretty. The effort to take my eyes off of her face was as hard as separating two objects cemented together. It took me a while, but the fear of getting a slap did the trick. I briefly took a glance at her yellow top and black shorts. I wish to be a painter; just for a brief moment, enough to take that moment from my mind to a canvas. The moment when her scarlet hair were shining by the rising Sun from behind. Only if a poet was sitting in my place, the world would have gotten a masterpiece. A little jerk made her move a bit and made me realize that the train was moving and she was still standing.
“Pardon.” I mumbled and quickly started collecting all my stuff which I had squandered around me. I was so embarrassed for making her wait. I emptied the space for her and went back to my seat, letting out a deep sigh of relief. She began to settle in by arranging her bags one by one. Out of her three bags, a pitch black rectangular box (probably plastic) caught my attention. It was wide while its thickness was considerably small with a handle like a suitcase. She almost threw her bags under the seat but she put the third one on the seat beside her. Before I could ride my thought-horses into the land of possibilities and wander around what could be in that special bag, I witnessed my world getting all yellow and next thing I remember is my glasses pressing against my face due to her weight. It wasn’t even a huge jolt but she managed to lose her balance and fell on me. She immediately pulled herself together, feeling embarrassed. She turned her face towards me and bowed down, performing a perfect Saikeirei**.
“Oh, no. You don’t need to apologize. It wasn’t your fault.” I said while realizing the world around me was blurred out. Myself.exe tried processing that fact and putting back the glasses did the trick. More importantly, none of us got hurt. Less importantly, I started smelling like chocolate cosmos. It was indeed an awkward situation. She sat on the seat in front, pulling that black suitcase/box towards her. I gazed outside, but her reflection was visible on the window glass. Imagine an image with a fusion of morning light, mountains moving away and a blurred but pretty face on top. You must be thinking that I am describing a scene straight out of a romcom. I can’t blame you since my nightmare had turned into a daydream. I noticed a black scarf around her neck. I found it unusual since it wasn’t a cold weather. Must be some kind of new fashion, I thought, since my fashion sense was as bright as an LED in a broad daylight. Well, it still is; I guess somethings don’t change. I rested my head on the window railing and gazing outside, fighting the demon of sleep. The next thing I remember is her black suitcase developing legs. They came outside from the both side, all eight of them. And then it opened from the front, revealing its teeth. Before I could react, it jumped from the seat towards me and grabbed my face.
“Oh my God, NO..!” I yelled while jumping off of my seat. Awkward. I came back to my sanity instantly and saw the black box right there where it was before. And, no it had no legs or teeth. A nightmare in a nightmare. Nolan would be proud, I mumbled. She was staring at me, with an expressionless face. Of course, she would; because my behavior was, let’s just say “freakish”.
“My deepest apology.” I said and sat down. She smiled back in return. Out of all the responses, a smile was the one I wasn’t expecting. I smiled back and her smile broadened. She bent down and pulled out one of her bag and started going through her stuff. I noticed her scarf sliding down due to the gravity but she pulled it back up. The bag was huge in comparison to herself, which made me imagine if she could fit inside. After a few minutes of disordering the things inside, she came up with a notebook and a pen. Not exactly a notebook, it was more like a notepad. She thumb through the pages and stopped on one. I was getting curious as she clicked the pen started writing. Enough with the gazing now; I should look somewhere els.. Before I could complete my thought, she raised her hand in the air and showed me her notepad.
“I too am sorry for the earlier.”
“Oh, don’t be. It wasn’t your fault.” I said without even thinking because my brain was still processing the fact that she was using a notepad to communicate with me and her handwritings were appreciably good. She replied with a smile, again, and silence took over. She put her head down and started writing something in her notepad. The hourly beep from my wrist watch reminded me that there were still six hours to go. And I couldn’t stop myself from asking her.
“I am sorry to pry upon, but I have been wondering about that bag of yours since you’ve got here. Can you tell me what is it used for?” I rehearsed it three times in my mind and finally asked it. She smiled in return, again. Must have been her trademark response. She nodded her head, pulled her legs up on the seat and took the case in her lap. Clunk. Clunk. She swung open the cover and finally it was the moment. A portable keyboard it was.
“Oh..! A musician, I assume.” It was a miracle that I was able to communicate with a total stranger.
“Kinda. A pianist.”
She replied on the notepad. Again. “Can you please play anything right now?” was my first reaction to her reply. She nodded yes and my nightmare turned like a twist from a thriller. She plugged the keyboard in the socket and sat on the seat, folding her legs together; taking the keyboard on her lap. She hit the keys, tearing the rhythmic sound of the train apart. I realized that she hadn’t spoken a single word to me till the beginning of the journey. But, she had spoken finally; through her music. It was intense. She started with something small and like a fire growing stronger with the help of a breeze, her music grew. Stronger and stronger. Aggressively. And her face glowed. Brighter and brighter. Exponentially. My pack of empty cassettes was lying on the seat and an idea struck my mind. I took out the blank cassette, inserted in the Walkman, put it on the record mode and put it in front of her. She stopped playing at that very moment and looked at me with an expression of question mark on her face.
“Please?” I begged. A smile appeared on her face. Again. She took the Walkman and put it on the top corner of the keyboard and continued. I couldn’t be happier. Her music was filing the air with some kind of energy that I could feel it getting inside me by every breath I was taking. She stopped after a while, stopped the recording and removed the cassette. She took the cassette up towards her nose and inhaled its smell.
“Ah, the smell of a fresh cassette..!”
She wrote on her notepad. “Sonata no. 17 – W. A. Mozart”, she wrote on the cassette and handed it to me.
“Do you have another one?”
“Wait.” I opened the pack and handed her a new one. This time she wrote “Symphony no. 6 - Beethoven” on the cassette. The time flew and that pack of empty cassettes was getting stuffed from her music.
**Saikeirei: Japanese art of bowing; usually used to greet someone hello, goodbye or apologizing to someone.