Reentry a part of journey
Hidden dusty cobwebs are not realized, until a disaster an accident, or crime.
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Appearing out of blue, insight messengers, all together at once instigating, giving out a silent cry to reflective attitudes as they aim at their targets amidst blinking nuisance for keeping lifeboats afloat.
Somewhere a narrow aperture allowing motes to a lost sunbeam, nearby a piece of art, wall frame, tapestries, and some carved vessels but all blindfolded. Eyes see cobwebs as a rebellion , ughh! light blockers, gloomy pouches carrying trapped dust grains as their issue . Sticking to highs and lows everywhere until hushed away to grab awe-stricken vacant eyes as tiny tears of whims doubts and regrets on the way to dotage. In the end vibrating dust motes as gas-lighters look for their destined pouches, muttering aside, consoling each other “cloud of dust a spark for mind, “cloud of water spark for the heart”.
While watching the birds disappearing in the sky sometimes takes me back to that staircase where at the end of every pile of steps was a door, just like inside of other small buildings, as a tree, carrying nests .
Being habitual of walking, obviously after school, covering one mile in twenty minutes for reaching home was a daily routine. But during exam , I was allowed to leave school after taking the test so, grabbed that chance and left the classroom early after eleven am.
At that time, my only happiness was reaching home before my siblings and neighborhood friends . Being ten years old girl then, like other children there was strong curiosity in the garb of hunger, that was making me run as fast as possible. That day I made it in fifteen minutes, destination was the fourth floor but on the first pile of staircase while slowing down myself to make sure about belongings I dropped wristwatch, a very dear to heart object .
I was on my knees to pick it, suddenly a stranger rushing downstairs by chance, stopped hesitantly but in haste he tried to get the way, I left the passage for him by clinging to the wall . As he passed by my right ear, a sudden shadow of anxiety eclipsed my pounding heart so deeply that it forced me to keep my gaze down but curiosity made me notice some details, he was covered by a water-stained long shirt with loose pants . Something was hidden by wrapping a white piece of cloth on his calf.
Unaware of my instincts, slowly I moved upwards but on the second floor again something unusual hit my nerves, our neighbor’s front door was wide open, that made me press the call button , nobody was inside , so I moved forward carelessly looking around, as my steps crossed a boundary near the kitchen, at once same shadow of anxiety made my feet so heavy that I wasn’t able to go ahead.
It still reminds few moments during a night when a cat sneaked into the room at my grandparents’ house in the village and without knowing I tried to shut that door , cat growled back and my anxiety forced to hold the door because it could jump on me but a pounding heart made me open that door with closed eyes . An aggressive cat escaped like a flying bullet near my shivering legs, animal was habitual of using instincts so it knew how to see the surrounding where blind trust becomes the portal for a hard lesson.
Experiencing a spirit, that doesn’t accept defeat in the hands of bulging fear I was back on stairs running upwards to the fourth floor with a lot of thoughts in mind because last week I saw the glimpse of a new face downstairs before going to school, a tall beautiful girl came to the front door and waved goodbye.
After six hours, a piece of sad news banged all closed doors ,a college-going girl was stabbed to death by one of her cousins .After killing ,he washed the stains peacefully, tied the weapon on the calf, and left. Her doleful eyes helplessly questioning “The Fatal Encounter” with a friendly cousin, they all at home kept themselves into oblivion by appearance and blind faith.
Hidden dusty cobwebs are not realized, until a disaster an accident, or crime. Staying secretly inside a system or a body where any evasive light ray would be the sole visitor, those hanging bats sleep upside down till sundown. When night falls, their accumulated blazing eyes gradually open as many types of ethical social, and religious dilemmas.
