Thursday, September 1, 2016

Helplessness


“What should I do when there is nothing that I could do?” He wailed helplessly, and the sea howled back with turbulent waves one after the other lashing angrily on the shore, on that overcast monsoon morning. He yelled, but his cries were sucked up without trace by the constant sound of beastly waves and the howl of the incessant wind. He went down on his knees and punched his fist on the wet sand in anger and a feeling of wretchedness. The sea continued to roar its tumultuous vitriol like buoyed by his plight.

He was swept over with disgust and wrath- like an epic scale.  When all that he could do was watch, and watch in utter helplessness, like a mute spectator, a lone eunuch in a harem!  He wished he could seize the situation and pluck her out from the infestation; bludgeon the maggots which feasted on her, and like a child does with care to a cocoon- cup safely in his closed palms and run farther and farther away from the beasts and the interminable selfish world. A pearl not cared for and it’s worth unnoticed. He felt a deep pang incessantly hammering in him. 

  If only one could go back in a time machine! He wished.

In a suspended state of self-inflicted denial, perpetually fooling her and the people who wished her good, she was hoping to conjure a feeling of goodness and quiet; of love and harmony. Few human beings would refuse to be plowed down by life like her, and still not be disheveled. Well, at least in appearance. The wounds and the scars of these years were well masked. The outward gaiety and exuberance were a decoy the courage and the clarity of thought was sublime and not seen in many. The pleasantness in the face and the pulchritude was unmatched.

 Yet the fact remained that what shows on the surface- the placidness was a facade meant for the world, the world of callousness and unholy curiosity.

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