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Bliss

27 Jan

“I know it’s impolite and rather intrusive of me,” the words broke the rule of smile on his face and he looked up with surprise, widened eyes and an open mouth like he had just woken up from a slumber; he continued, “it has been a while since I saw this kind of serenity on someone’s face.”

He just stared back at him with a blank expression because he did not know how to react to that or what to react with. He was rather glad that he didn’t have to; the other person continued, “I’ve been looking at you for a few minutes now since I entered this place and all I saw was peace on your face. It would be hard to believe, but that is pretty rare.” “And what makes you so interested in me” he finally broke his silence. “Not you, my friend. Your feeling at this moment, when nothing else bothers you; when all the evils in this world and all the troubles in your life do not affect you at all. It maybe even temporary and maybe I won’t see that peace on your face anymore after this, but it intrigues me.”

“And what are you going to do with it?”

“Oh! I am a writer. This is what I do. There are times when people are unable to express themselves or even realize how they feel merely because they don’t know the feeling. Very often, people only know what are the things they are feeling but don’t understand why; and it affects them, in their behaviour, attitude towards life, their thinking. I believe that if they are able to understand or even have the knowledge of atleast some of the plathora of emotions that reside in us, they would understand themselves better. And that is what I do. I open them up and explain to them what a feeling feels like.”

“But you can’t; because I can’t even begin to explain how I feel or what feeling this exactly is. Although, I can tell you about the source of this feeling, her.”

The writer pulled a chair and sat down, signalling him to continue. He merely smiled and looked down at his coffee and started to speak “Bliss. That’s the closest I can get to describing her. You know how there’s a point in your life when you don’t believe in this world anymore and you are afraid of trusting anyone at all and you don’t even know that you’re terrified inside because your mind conceals all of this from you and you begin to lose your feelings and all you feel is anger and darkness inside you!” He looked up to see the writer nodding, “and then there comes a light in your life, that makes you realize that you’re hurting inside, so badly; that you’re in pain and then takes it all away from you, relieves you of the darkness and helps you find the light within you. She was that light!” He smiled, thinking of her.

“So she helped you recover from your pain!”

“She made me make peace with it! That’s the best part about her. She didn’t make me a better person by changing me and turning me into a perfect person. She just showed me what I could be when I couldn’t see it myself.”

“Such pain! Does it make you forget all about your pains?”

“Yes it does! Her innocence! She has the innocence of a child and the fire of a phoenix. She keeps me going even in my darkest of hours, burns herself to light up my days.”

“Well that is very poetic. I hope you find happiness…”

“Oh I already did, trust me!” He stood up, finishing his coffee and started to walk away. Halfway, he stopped and turned, “Oh! I forgot to mention, don’t write about her though, I already have.” He smiled looking at the writer’s face and then at the book he was carrying.

‘Bliss! – by Akshar Sethi’ read the cover!

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Posted by on January 27, 2018 in short story, Uncategorized

 

One response to “Bliss

  1. Zeeshan

    January 29, 2018 at 8:10 pm

    Good one Mashkoor! I liked it a lot. You have written about your experiences which is great. Keep ’em coming!

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