Knowing Words

 

There are always several words which remain unsaid or unheard. We forget some and some we remember all our lives. Some words though are not meant to be said. They just come -

“Hello! Can you hear me?”

Of course you can but who’s that.

“ Its me,” (hmmm… lets say joy), “Joy. Remember we saw each other a couple of days before.”

“Saw each other? When?”

“The day you had been watering your lilies and a butterfly had got wet in your rain. Rings a bell?

I was just there.”

You obviously have no clue.But somehow you happen to trust that voice and you open the door and let Joy in.

Joy seems familiar,someone you think that you might have come across in some of your letters or may be in some of your notes to yourself.

Yes, you vaguely remember him.

“ So finally we meet”, says he.

“ We have met.”

“No, you have seen me.”

He walks across your room, browses through the books on the shelf, passes through your well kept kitchen, looks out of the windows.

And you wonder why he is here.

Its a question he definitely doesn’t answer.

He just stays, saying nothing, listening to all you say. He waits and waits till you grow tired of trying to say something or to hear something from him.

Exhausted,you recline yourself on the sofa and just let yourself go.

There the word, Joy as he calls himself, looks into your eyes, smiles at your desperation to find answers to some petty questions about him (something he knows is typical of you), lets you go beyond the ceremony of giving and finding answers and solutions.

And once he is done with all of this, he places himself silently in the centre of your room, closes his eyes and remains.

Some words like Joy are just meant to remain .

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