Silent and liSten

Caged

THERE IS SO MANY THINGS TO ASK BUT LET ME START WITH THIS QUESTION “ARE YOU ALIVE?” IF YES, THEN “WHAT IS LIVING?” WHY ARE YOU ALIVE? WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE? WHY YOU KEEP ON MOVING? WHAT’S YOUR PURPOSE? I GLADLY WANT TO HEAR YOU’RE ANSWER. SHOW ME YOUR REASONS.

LET ME TELL YOU SOME STORY…

ONCE A UPON A TIME, THERE'S LITTLE GIRL WHOSE CHIN IS RESTING IN HER RIGHT PALM AND SHE’S STARING AT THE WINDOW OF A TALL TOWER. THIS IS HER ONLY ACCESS TO SEE THE OUTSIDE WORLD. THERE’S NO DOOR AND NO OTHER WINDOW.

AMAZINGLY, SHE’S THE ONE WHO BUILD THIS TALL TOWER. SHE BUILDS THIS TOWER TO SEE THE OUTSIDE WORLD WITHOUT INTERACTING THOSE PERFECT FRUITS. SHE’S HAPPY HOW HER WORLD RUN. STARING AT THE WINDOW IN THE MORNING, READING BOOKS IN THE MIDNOON, SINGING LULLABY IN THE EVENING, THAT’S HER DAILY ROUTINE.

LITTLE DID SHE KNOW SHE ENVIED THOSE SMILING FACE OF THE PERFECT FRUITS. SHE ALWAYS SEE THAT WHEN SHE’S STARING AT THE WINDOW. SMILING, TALKING, AND INTERACTING, SHE ENVIED THAT. THAT PERFECT FRUITS HAVE THEIR FREEDOM, MAYBE. THEN THERE IS THIS BRIGHT IDEA COME UP IN HER INNOCENT MIND.

“I WANT THAT TOO. I WANT TO INTERACT TO THEM, TOO. I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO HANDLE CONVERSATIONS.” SHE SAID EXCITEDLY.

SO, SHE HURRIEDLY WENT DOWN TO THE STAIRS AND REMOVE THE BLOCKS AND BRICKS WHERE THE DOOR SHOULD BE FOUND. AFTER REMOVING ONE BY ONE THOSE BLOCKS AND BRICKS, SHE SMILES TO THE SKY AND WAVES TO THE TREES.

SHE GREETS THE WORLD WHICH SHE LONG TIME NO SEE. SHE RUN FAST TO THE DOWNTOWN, GREETED THOSE PERFECT FRUITS.

“HI, HELLO. NICE DAY ISN’T IT?” SHE SAID CHEEKLY.

BUT THEY JUST ANSWER HER WITH DO-I-KNOW-YOU LOOK AND LOOKING AT HER FROM HEAD TO TOE AND VICE VERSA. HER SMILES FADES. SHE LOOK ON HERSELF. SHE WEARS BROWN LONGSLEEVE DRESS WITH MONOCHROMATIC COLORED FLOWER EMBROIDERY.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER LOOKS? THAT’S WHAT SHE ASKS TO HERSELF. SHE LOOKS AGAIN TO THE PERFECT FRUIT.

AHHH, THEY WEAR WHAT’S TREND TODAY. FANCY CLOTHES, IDEAL SHOES, SHADES THAT MAKE THEM MORE COOL, I THINK. SHE STEP BACKWARD AS SHE TRY NOT TO CRY. ALL THEIR EYES ARE ON HER. THEN, SHE RUN BACK TO THE TOWER WHERE SHE BUILD.

‘I SHOULDN’T GO AND TRY TO BE FRIENDS TO THEM AGAIN.’ SHE SAID WHILE WIPING HER TEARS.

“I SHOULDN’T HOPE FOR THEM TO ACCEPT ME WHO I AM. WHAT I WANT.” SHE CRIED.

“THIS TIME, I WILL NEVER EVER REMOVE THOSE BRICKS AGAIN. I’LL MAKE THEM STRONG SO THAT NO ONE WILL EVER BREAK THAT AGAIN, NO ONE EITHER ME.” THEN SHE DO WHAT SHE SAID.

SHE PUT BACK AGAIN THOSE BLOCKS AND BRICKS BUT THIS TIME SHE ADD SOMETHING. SHE ADD BLOCKS OF IRON, GOLD AND DIAMONDS TO COVER THE DOORWAY AND TO MAKE GREAT WALLS.

BUT BEFORE THAT HAPPEN THIS LITTLE GIRL IS A JOYFUL GIRL. SHE’S FRIENDLY, ADORABLE AND KINDA NAUGHTY. SHE USED TO TALK TO OTHERS. SHE USED TO PLAY WITH OTHERS. SHE USED TO INTERACT TO OTHERS. BUT ONE DAY, A NIGHTMARE COME TO HER AND NO ONE IS THERE TO HELP HER. SHE WAS RUIN. HER TRUST BROKE APART.

THEN SHE STARTS TO BUILD A TOWER. WEARING HEAR ANGELIC SMILE THAT HIDES PAIN. LAUGHING THOUGH TEARING APART INSIDE. THEN, THERE THIS FRIENDS COME THAT HER BULDING OF TOWER PUT ASIDE.

THEY TALK, A LOT. THEY LAUGH, A LOT. THEY WERE LOOK LIKE SISTERS. BUT IT ENDED WHEN THEY SEPARATE SCHOOLS. NO TALKS, NO LAUGH, NO SISTERHOOD BONDS ANYMORE.

SHE WAS FORGOTTEN. THEN SHE CONTINUE BUILDING TOWER.

THEN SHE REMEMBER, ‘I HAVE MY FAMILY.’ SHE HURRIEDLY WENT BACK TO HER HOME. SHE CALL HER PARENTS AND SIBLINGS. NO ONE ANSWER, AS ALWAYS. SHE GO TO HER TALL TOWER. WHERE YOU CAN FIND HER GREATNESS.