THE TRAP

It  was 7 in the evening. The last of the fading rays swept across my face, as I stood inclined to the railings……….. Waiting for the next metro, a few bundled pages occupied my grasp while my mind meandered away in a distant world…….I wasn't  there but my presence was….The presence that witnessed a toddler escaping the clutched prisons of his mother ,who had long denied his ever seeking attention….

on HIS knees  his vision explored…… And so did mine.…following each sight of his….. For us the world had simply stopped existing!. ………An everlasting stillness absorbed the backdrop,as my mind  saw the repainted world  through  HIS beaming eyes..

His tiny palms ,muddled in the last remains of the leathery traps, he was almost free …….but he wasn't...  The last of those  chained locks , the only difference that stood between him and his freedom was proving too much. …..And he knew it….his might was eluding him as his desperation gave way to despair………….Moments trickled past And  finally the cruel strap had sacked ……......

...Perhaps he had given up ……but his eyes carried hope as it explored again….On its journey, his sight met mine and a new game began!….We  spoke a silent language…..HIS were brimming with hope… Perhaps he needed a savior …For that shimmering twinkle was pleading ….pleading to set him free, for once forever……But something was changing and changing fast ! Those shimmering eyes were getting big and the twinkle bright!..........Bigger and brighter with each passing second !…..BIGGER~BRIGHTER.................my hallucinated eyes were constantly failing  to comprehend, as my enslaved conscious was paralyzed long ago……...Was my memory playing pranks?? .....And then it paused!...................

I saw him and he saw me…..mere centimeters apart!.......”Helloo!”….”Hellooooo……” ,Was the toddler speaking?????

The toddler wasn't but his mother was….. And my senses brought me back! My sheepish gaze  shifted to  her  stare…..She was  whimsical….perhaps she wanted an explanation, for  the doings of my eyes….for she had been playing a mute spectator  all along, while our mind games were on….perhaps she doubted my intentions...And in a treacherous world ,could she be faulted? There seemed no escape ….until my conscious finally came to my rescue….

I flipped to the cover  of the slender book----“HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY”, it read!

The day was saved ,as her radiant smile diminished in the shadows………..I caught the last impressions of the toddler, and there HE was……with a grin….a grin of a victory of HIS over mine!...for  the tiny enchanter had won for the day!


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