Thought Bargain

Temples bedewed, frowned forehead, parched lips, countenance just as barren land, visage showing as if dust of years has settled down perpetually. Perplexity had now turned into an undying experience just as the blaze of autumnal hue. Floating in a formidable world where vivacity and languidness mingled together leaving him in an awe. Why cannot he discern his amiable, pleasing and exhilarating senses from morose, morbid and dingy? His lips quivered, perchance, to say what he was seeing at that time.

A sky so full of imaginations, discoveries, doors to be opened. Remember? When he used to think multifarious things, a mammoth diversity, a heterogeneous ideas used to jolt his thoughts and an endless Thought Bargain broke in. When he saw the sky, he always related the words, omnipotent, grand, high…he thought about a relative who could see another universe, a galaxy maybe… how? He didn’t know. Yes! How about those little kids, who saw the sky, praying downpour to disappear from the face of the earth? The neighboring elderly woman who just watched the sky if she could predict if would rain and stop her household chores. In some far flung village a farmer used to see the calendars to forebode about his yield. How come so many souls saw the same sky so differently?

With wonders he started gasping, his chest began to smolder, he was panicking like that day. Remember? When he saw that snake he thought he was gone. It was so near, the sheen was luminous. He had never seen such a beaut. He was topsy-turvy, half-maniac with confusion that he screamed, he screamed, yes he screamed out loud.

Now again something was choking him, inside something queer was rustling. An eerie chafe. Yes he wanted to chafe the same way as once he wanted to chafe. Remember? When once he had passed through an open area. He hadn’t any savoir-faire about such plantations which really can irritate the nostrils. He saw those little flowers, though he never was a nature lover, but, he smelt them. So light and fragile those were. Later, now, he is smiling. Are you seeing that little smile on his face too, which has mild down the contraction of his expressions? Yes, he chafed and rubbed his nose throughout that day. Those plants were so.

A bird has started flying over him. Do you think it is a vulture? No, it is some other kind, abnormal and unknown. At least he himself had never seen such weird specie. Flying things always haunted him. Let be an insect. Oh, remember? That white insect, it was nearly translucent. It seemed if it was plugged-in with a battery, it would light up. It has strange design, intricate colors, quite unfamiliar to him, perhaps, he had never taken any interest in those creepy-crawlies or flying beasts. He never noticed any peculiarity in them. But what this greenness of leaves is turning into grays? He is no more conscious. He is breathing fast, maybe, he is choking. No! he has some traces of life left in him. Hear this! Come closer! Yes, he just screamed, he screamed, he screamed out loud. That abnormal or unknown specie is no more flying over him. Did you notice? Really? Well-done, you did notice.

Written By T.S

NIce