18— A past memory.
“Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody.” — Saumya Tripathi How ironic was it to actually understand why the most dangerous place for humans was their own active minds? Wasn't it? It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare, empty, and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings or situations. It tears you apart inside and out if you let it control you before you control it. I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed despondently. The tip of my nose felt heated. The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale, and orange, mixed up distantly, making it look more beautiful and mesmerising from afar. Enthralling. Just like it was supposed to be early in the morning. Sunrises and sunsets were the perfect scenes to behold because, with every new ray of the sun, comes a different experience of nature. Birds were chirping in chorus; their voices were so soothing and melodious—that had me captured in their grasp of the inevitable group. I wanted to listen to them all day, if possible. Better yet, I wanted to be one of them. “I wish I were a bird as free as them in the fresh air in the sky, flying above the clouds.” If only. A vase of a lone, wilting flower was set on the glass table just beside me by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a peace lily as I recalled my mother telling me about some of the plants, one of which was the calla lily. “Spathiphyllum wallisii,” I murmured suddenly, catching the botanical name my mother had uttered when gardening when I was a child curious about everything. A lily! It's beautiful, mommy.” “It is," she giggled, tapping on my nose lightly. “Just like you.” I laughed. “No! It's more like you, mommy!” “It is not truly a lily, but the flowers are no less resembling a calla lily. I read about them while researching the plants when I was in school.” Her sweet voice smoothed my mind when it rang in my head. “Spathe flower and cobra plant are its names, which they go by.” A slow but sure slight curve of my lips told me. I was smiling at the distant memory embellished by my mother. But the flower was wilting. Just like me—dying but slowly and unsteadily. It was the birth of another day of despondency. Just another day, I shook my head, my eyes holding sadness. A week and a half has elapsed in a daze at a torturous pace. The time appeared to have slowed down. No one came in for the first five days. Well, not the known faces I had known since I had been brought here. Five whole days went by without any human contact. No one came. Not even Sabba, Zahar, or Fatima. Not even for a moment, not even for a few seconds. Not even once. Not even him. Not like I wanted to regard him, but I wanted answers. Answers—those answers which I seemed to seek: desperately and briskly. It would be the tenth day as well if no one came to visit us, albeit briefly. We were left totally alone—all together in a large, luxurious, spacious room with just the two of us inside—alone and lonely among ourselves. I felt out of place. Yet, we were provided with every kind of basic need we would have needed. From different types of food and milk until fresh and cleaned clothes and accessories that were given to us. We were never deprived of any things or any kind of stuff, whichever we would have needed in our daily lives. However, could you describe these luxuries that are being provided to you as kidnapping? No. All were provided to us without even asking for our permission, which infuriated me even more, as if I weren't kidnapped. It was as if they were treating us like guests. I shook my head, cutting off my own thoughts. “Prisoner, huh!” My subconsciousness rebuked me. And, somewhat, I couldn't help but agree with it. They were more like behaving as if we had come on vacation rather than being taken against our will. That was so peculiar. That even had me thinking—why would he want us here? We were not being held like prisoners. Then why? Not yet, that is! I hummed. Then why? Inadvertently, my mind seemed to concur yet again. On the contrary, as I had imagined, we should have been kept here, deprived of food, other substances that we needed, and other kinds of stuff; however, I had never thought that we would have been given a comfortable life. But what baffled me were: What did he want from us, anyway? If we are taken against our wills, then aren't we supposed to be kept as prisoners? How are we being provided with a comfy life here? Aren't we supposed to be suffering in a cellar? “Why, on the contrary w—” "I am glad; you both seemed healthy and well-fed." I did not acknowledge when the door opened or when he ambled in. But I jumped so abruptly at his sudden, thick accent. My head jerked in his direction on its own accord. I stared blankly. Nevertheless, my heart was erratic. As he strolled inside in long strides before closing the room door with a clicking sound, my heart was beating at any inhuman pace while I turned my face back to the window. Coming closer to the window, I was gazing outside by sitting on the floor with my knees tucked beneath my head along with my arms surrounding my legs. He stood there for some time, peering. I could feel his gaze for a few seconds. I did not know where—me or around the room—since I was facing away. Upon completing his inspection before having a seat on the single sofa beside me, he sat profoundly. "How are you feeling?" He drawled with a trace of satisfaction in his voice. "I hope well. And how is the little furball doing?" He paused, “It seems like he's already asleep. Hm. My bad. I thought we could play.” "Why are we here?" I asked calmly, rather. “And where is my uncle?" I demanded, still gazing out of the window at the greenery that adored the beautiful nature just outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The unparalleled beauty was beyond any appreciation. ~•~•~•~~•~Mistrust. "He is safe and at home, well fed, and probably stress-free knowing you both are with me." Speaking in riddles, he answered, which confused me altogether, and my head snapped up in his direction.Safe. Huh? As if. "What?" I asked, bewildered. It took me a half second to realise it. Noticing his tone about knowing my uncle was something I never heard of. I had an inkling about him knowing my uncle, but my uncle knowing him? I could never have imagined.Why would an ordinary, retired middle-class man know a criminal like him?"Does he know you?" I blinked, turning my face to finally look at him. “How does he know you?”I was confused. "You did too," he said and gazed. “Once.”I stared.The black pools of his eyes were enlarged. "A time that I can never seem to forget, even if I want to."He was bluffing. Wasn't he? "Then, why don't I remember any of it if what you say is true?" My voice came out as a whisper, but with hesitation.Tears started to pile up in my eyes. Witha
Answers are what I seek! "Quiet down, will you, little one?" His voice was polite and composed somehow. On the other hand, I was everything but calm. I just shook my head negatively."No, give me the answers I seek! What're you trying to hide? Do you want to tell me that? Either whatever you said was just to lure me into believing your forged story or you aren't telling me everything. Just tell me, why? I say!" He pursed his lips together."Now, that is, I don't understand what you're babbling about, little one. I don't seem to comprehend."I negatively shook my head. “You do!”“I told you what you should know.” His eyes were blazing. “I won't repeat the same things numerous times for you to just keep on denying it.”"Why am I here? Is this what you are not getting, or are you simply trying to disregard it?” I yelled yet again. “Don't you already know the answers yourself? Or do you keep on denying it for the sake of it getting changed?” He took a step closer. “Let me rephrase it o
The hidden truth. I felt nothing but utter desolation, finding it inside my heart uninvited.Why have my parents never said a word about this? We stood there in complete silence. Both of us were too observed in our thoughts to say a word. My heart was beating miles per second. It was an understatement to say that I was frightened after knowing what had been stored for me. A hand shot out all at once and caught my arm, causing me to freeze. Turning my face, I looked down, only to find his fingers holding me captive. My eyes widened. “W-what are you doing?” My voice came out meek and apprehensive. He took more steps towards me. Twirling me in a way, I was trapped between his widened arms. “Sir?” I whispered, my stomach churning. He stayed silent. He seemed to disregard the plea behind my words. “Don't ever try to pull a stunt like you did ever again.” His voice sounded terrifying. “Move an inch from this room, and I will make sure you cannot move anymore at all.”I sucked a sha
19— Deep wounds. “Knowledge comes with a price that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since they have been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.” — Saumya Tripathi “Accept it.” It was easier said than done! “How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. It was an understatement. “Why wouldn't I be?” I remembered his words as he spoke in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered while recalling it. Each word made my nerves go haywire. "You had an accident when you were little, causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain, letting you form a wall over it.” I could still even remember what he said to me. It was as if a dam of cold water had been broken on me. “We had a bond.” The
An unforeseen talk with Sabba!She was hearing me burst out calmly. Her hand was soft and warm when she rubbed it with mine to make me feel like I wasn't alone, and I appreciated that. It was somehow soothing to my insides—her warm touch. “What is our fault, Sabba? Why are we here when it is so dangerous to be here?” I turned my face away from her. I was blinking for the prickling tears in my eyes to go away. “I-i want to go home, Sabba. I want nothing more than to go home.”She paused, and we sat in silence after then, staring at everything other than each other until she broke it. “Because even if this place is dangerous, it has people who have humanity left within them, unlike some people who are nothing but true monsters.” There was a scar visible in her tone. “I hope you never get to meet one.”My breath hitched at her choice of words. “And please don't say that.” Her hands tightened around mine when she kept on saying, “For all I know, this place is only where you are the safe
Determination. Calming my erratic heart, I took long, deep breaths. The anxiety that came from overthinking the situation wasn't making it any better. Neither would anything be accomplished by it. Having no choice left, I tried to stop thinking about the overbearing thoughts that were trying to consume me. Later on, I went to my sleeping brother, who was sleeping on his side, adorably. Sitting beside him, I stared at his small, innocent baby face, which had so much innocence and unawareness of the situation we were in. Blinking, I stroked his fluffy, light red cheek lovingly.“No matter how, I'll take care of you, Shaur.” Mumbling, I kissed the crown of his head. He stirred at the remark. “Wake up, Shaur. How much will you sleep, baby?" Taking his small form on my lap, I croaked, massaging his dark brown hair gently. I kissed him softly to annoy him enough for him to wake up. He pouted even in his sleep. I smiled in spite of my sadness and insecurities. Smooching all over his face,
Detest. I was not wrong. It was him. Uzair was the one coming inside. My nerves tensed suddenly as I stared at him with cautionary eyes and uncollected thoughts. Eyes enlarged. He stepped royally inside with quiet and steady steps. His eyes seemed to have a depth of sea of secrets. His arrival had me feeling uncertain about things that were going through my mind after his last visit. His gait was nothing but powerful as he stood to his full height. I was compelled to look at him by the aura he carried himself with. A small diamond stud in his left lobe shone brighter in the dark light. What else is there to talk about now? I thought inwardly. Meanwhile, I compelled myself to look away. The intensity of his eyes was unnerving me, probing my soul into submission. I turned my head away from his light chuckle at my direct ignorance of his presence. "I thought to bring some food to both of you this time." By clicking the door closed, he decreased the distance between us. Upon si
20— Conversation.The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it. —Saumya TripathiHaving taken the sips, I gulped, and when my fits of cough subsided, silence followed.In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly. “So does that mean you were in love with me the moment you saw me?”The hair on the back of my neck stood up to the attention while having an unsettling, familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily. "Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?"My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped. “Hm?”I dismissed him completely. From then on, we sat silently with my food, w