Postman to Heaven ( On HOLD!):

Chapter-4 ----- Paradise

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Chapter-4

I was woken by the light coming from my window through the curtains. It was burning my eyes. I instantly rubbed my eyes, even though I have been told a lot that I should not rub my eyes by my mom and my eye docter but old habits die hard. I lazily get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I took my tooth brush and lifted my head to see two piercing eyes staring at me. She had a single tear stain below those radiant eyes, on her cheek and I quickly washed my face.

Damn, I need to stop wasting my tears. This is very unusual for me. You see I am not the kinda girl who cries because I am in pain. Instead I do something very effective to make the pain go away and move on. And every time its different on how I make the pain go. Sometimes I need to go somewhere peaceful to clear my head and bring out the optimist in me or sometimes I go to the amusement park and let the fear get the best of me or sometimes all it takes is a cold shower and I'm over it. However now I find myself in a situation where I just have to deal with it. The thing is I can't do anything about it, the pain I mean. I can't help the fact that god chose to call dad at this time. Which now brings me back to the letter. It all seems a little bit stupid. I mean who am I kidding - A letter to the dead? I guess wrote that letter yesterday so that I can move on from this too.

So I wash up and change. I hurry down for breakfast and see ma in the kitchen. The smell of bacon, sausages, mash potatoes and eggs fill the air. Classic breakfast. Always my favourite! Always. I find myself grinning like an idiot. I go and hug ma and then give her a kiss. I gobble up my breakfast and look up to see a surprised ma asking, "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"Oh! I just wanted a head start on the job search party today." I felt bad for lieing to ma but I am a pretty good liar. I don't mean to brag but even ma has never caught me lieing! Okay maybe I am braging. But just a little bit.

I hurry before I spit out the whole truth about the letter out of my mouth. I felt quite guilty for lying to ma but I know the guilt will fade away. Anyway its for her own good. I know she would think it was silly of me to scold my father through a letter, not to mention my dead father. I mean, even i think its stupid now that i think carefully. But what have I got to lose, right?

As soon as I leave the house I am surounded my hot air. It was literally suffocating me. i can fell the sweat already threatening to trickle down my spine. I had a long way to go today. And this was just the beggining.

So I had set my mind. I was to go to the place where people post letters to the dead. Then post my letter and go back home change and then maybe just sit around watching reruns of my favourite shows. It was actually just a small mailbox in the middle of, which looks like, nowhere.

I got on to a bus. It was a three hour ride. I just stared out the window beside me. Just staring into space watching the scenarios change before my eyes. Nothing in particular. Hopelessly thinking. It was somewhere along the road that I realised that the only thing extraordinary about me are my eyes. Not that anyone has ever complemented me. Well besides ma but you know she's ma - even when I look absolutely hideous she will always talk and look at me the same, like I'm an angel sent from above. Actually no one has ever come close enough to discover them, but the fact is I don't let anyone come close enough. Not even my dad but that probably doesn't come across as a bid shock.

With this I realise I always have my guard up. I just have trust issues. And its not because someone broke my heart in the past. Its just that... I simply have trust issues. Its like all the people out there want to somehow sabotage my life or something like that. Paranoid... Yup I guess I am a bit paranoid, now that I mention it. It may take some time to get rid of this paranoia. But I know I'll - eventually - get around, or atleast I hope I will...

I got out when I finally reached the place where so many hopes, trust and feelings must have been tied to. This place must be so important to some people. People looking for a closure. Just like me...

I slowly walk on the empty field. It was covered with long - waist lenght - dried elephant grass, almost the color of gold. Though it was dry it looked wierdly soft to me. The tips of the grass didn't seem to prick me, instead it was just lightly brushing against my arms like someone was trying to tickle me with a feather. I just kept on walking. I realised that the weather was very pleasant, so pleasant that it seemed almost sureal, too good to be true. It wasn't like the weather at home. It was sunny here too but the sun gave warmth rather than heat.

I stopped for a bit, closed my eyes and faced the sun and take a deep breath, relishing every second of my time here. This is what summer is all about. Not sweat, or having to turn on the AC, nor the extra amount of sun block slathered thickly on my skin. No, summer is about about going out to the beach for a nice tan, not a sun burn and having to come home all red. Summer is about taking midnight strolls without having to care about sweating even at night time.

Something about this place resembled serenity, peacefulness, calmness...tranquility. Maybe it is the softnessof the almost golden grass or the gentle mushiness of the soil or the perfect summer weather or the freshness of the sweet air. This place seemed to be the perfect place to... grieve, to relese pain, sorrow. Whoever put that postbox, which I could see now, chose this place with sheer thoughtfulness.

I continue to walk towards the postbox And when I got close enough I start to inspect it. It is filled with a genuine number of letters, I guess. When I think I've investigated enough I quickly slide the letter in before I could even think of stopping myself. It was there and then, right at that second that I heard footsteps coming towards me or rather the postbox. I don't know why but I run and quickly hide behind a mass of grass.

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