On the lonely mornings, I talk with ‘my own heart’. I always console my heart when I share my aloneness with it. I think that my heart is a stupid child. Today, I talked like this….. “Oh My heart!, I always do mistake, something is wrong with me. Wait, I correct it and come back to you. Till then, you take care of that girl from backstreet, dont cry like a small kid, never get scared of darkness, dont play with that boy who always cheats you in games, dont shout when mom sleeps in afternoons, I understand that father always thinks about prestige in society but you should not care about him, dont hide yourself under the cot to escape when mom wants to take you for a bath. Please, dont ever fight with her in bathroom, dont urinate in the bed while you sleep, avoid sleeping in between mom and papa, and don’t ask those stupid questions to grandmother. Aa! There are devils nearby the river, dont go there. Next week, I will take you to fair in the city of dreams. I will show you tall buildings, large companies, wide streets, metro trains, cinema halls, beautiful people, scary houses, romantic gardens and amorous lakes.....” “I know you, my heart. I made you to suffer a lot. I remember the pains that you lived on the sad moments of heavy defeats. Please forgive me, my heart. Please, you don’t be broken to leave me broken……..”
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 09:36:39 +0000
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