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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!
-Image Soucre:Google Images
-Image Soucre:Google Images
