Friday, May 12, 2017

Ms. Ordinary

She was walking down the lane. Tears were rolling down her eyes to the cheeks. She was trying to fight hard with them, to stop them but she couldn’t. There is always a limit.

That day, she was really happy. After all she has made her way across the first hurdle towards her success. Her words were dipped in emotions and her emotions in purity. She made the people knew about her existence with her talent and hard work. She always wanted to mark her presence with her work and today she was toward it. No matter how small it was for the world, but that was really big for her. Her words were getting recognition. Her thoughts were making impressions on other’s mind. Her first poem “The attitudinized individuals” was acclaimed for its essence; not just by the colleagues, the poetry fraternity but also by the common people. The number of messages on the venue’s bulletin board was its proof. Anonymous people were sending her words of praise for the beautiful lines on reality of life.

She thought that now her principles can get the wings to fly.

She ran hurriedly to the parking lot. She took no time in starting her car and after the next few minutes, she was in front of him. She was quick enough to reach him and hugged him with all her might. Water was flowing from her shining eyes and smile was flashing on her face.

She said, “They were clapping for me. I got the standing ovation from all the people who were sitting there. I won!! Yes, I won!!

No words came from the other side.

The expressions on her face changed swiftly bending towards panicky side.
She said again, “I won the first prize.

He said, “Ya Ya.. That’s nice! Congratulation! But you know what I had a much more happening day than yours.
I saw some of the beauties in the office corridors. Their hairs were flowing with the wind over their face like the stream flowing and accessorizing the mountain.
The glow on their face was like the shine of the sun which can make the sunflowers turn towards them.
Their perfect figure made them look like the mermaids with whom you can swim till you reach other end.
Haaassshhh!!!!!!! I wish I could have been with them. I wish you would have like them. But you are an ordinary girl.

She turned back without saying anything. She was out of words that instant. He was her world. She believed she was too for him. May be she was. But a part of that world was absent. And she was blamed for it.

She walked for hours on empty roads.

She failed to make him feel her power; the power of eternity, the power of being fair and square, the power of being truly and genuinely loved.
May be he would have felt but she lacked that one part which was not hers. Yes she looked ordinary by face but her heart was exclusive. Her thoughts resonated the notions that were hard to comprehend but vital for standing out of the queue. She was serene yet insanely mad, she was mature yet childlike. She had toiled the land of trust with love and devotion that made the flowers of happiness blossom in the spring of dedication.

But all this was not ample enough. May be she felt so!

She could hear her own words on the forlorn path.

“Yes they make the world see them,
Like they think they are the only gems..
They create a layer of gleaming reflection on the surface,
Beneath it is all the empty space..
Those who fill the space with love and care,
Pain is the avenue for them to reach upstairs..

She yelled loudly, “I am not!!!!!!!! But they are. And believe me I can be like them whenever I want to but they can never be like me.. Ever.. But I don’t care.”