After his mother’s demise, the situation turned worse. He
was labeled as a curse for his family, a curse to himself, and a curse for
everyone. Sometimes, he used to slam the door of his room, sat helpless on the
floor with his knees touching the chin and arms wrapped around the legs. He
cried loud for being a curse on himself and his family. No one noticed his
soaked cheeks, his exasperation that dwelt deep inside the heart, and his room
which was flooded every day with his precious tears that carve out from his
eyes.
His agony got
suppressed under the loud cry.
Sometimes, he used to walk alone in the dark patch of road, look
up in the sky, point towards the star and said,
“Mom! Come back and save
me. Prove them that I’m not a curse.”
A silent cry would come out that only the moon and the stars
could understand. But, they also seemed helpless. Every day, he returned back
home with nothing to cherish and it seemed his lips had forgotten to smile. His
father, after getting drunk, beat him like he used to beat his mother. He didn’t
cry as he had at least learnt to suffer this physical pain. The physical scars
given by his father were nothing in front of the emotional scars that he
suffered every day. The barbarous behavior
of his father meant a blessing for him and he said,
“At least he touches me”
He died every moment, every second, every minute, every
hour, every day and every week. Frustration soared every time and he decided to
end up his precious life. But, he was not able to take this harsh step. Sometimes,
he punched the wall multiple times to spit out his agony, but all the efforts
seemed to go in vain. There was no one with whom he could share and let his
pain to levitate a bit, there was no one who could listen to him, console him,
and most importantly save him. There was only a pillow that understood him as
he could hug him and weep.
One fine day, he was sitting alone near the seashore, the
waves kissed his feet and a never-ending sea looked like a never ending hope
for him. The ships and cruise crawling on it seemed like people searching for
the destination. There was a thought in the back of the mind that some ships
might be entangled in the storm somewhere, but they would still be fighting
with valor. Soon, he saw a girl sitting a few yards away, gazing at the sea
with a smile. He was amazed to see the soothing smile after such a long time.
He used to laugh also when his mother was here. The tears again trickled down his
cheeks and fell into the sea. The sea herself experienced a silent storm
erupting inside. He stood up and moved forward, the high intensity waves tried
to stop him, but he kept on moving to become a part of her.
“Hey! What are you doing?” A sweet voice came from behind.
He turned back and saw the same beautiful girl wearing a
black T-shirt and blue denim jeans.
“Where are you going?” “Do you have any problem?”
A series of questions were thrown on his face. He could only
stand with his head bowed. When he raised his head, his eyes were filled with
tears. She sat with him and asked him about the problems. Sometimes, strangers come
into your life as a blessing and change you with their efforts. They become
your helping hand and carve out you from the hardships of life. They come as a
miracle and then we are forced to believe that,
“Miracles are bound to happen”.
Her hand carved him out of the darkness and she gave him
that much needed light that was missing. Every good adjective found it
difficult in front of her. Anything came in his way; she solved it with zeal
and instilled positive energy in him. This made him believe that it’s true!
MIRACLES ARE BOUND TO
HAPPEN…..