Blasé

There was a small creek that flowed almost all times of the year. Quite near to it, might be 200 steps away from its banks, was a small beautiful village of blase. There were around 100 houses in it and a big tree at the center of it where all the villagers would meet once a week to discuss and solve their internal problems. Since her childhood she has lived here and loved to. It had everything she ever wanted. She knew her way around it. There was plenty of water and fresh air to keep her healthy and happy. At sun rise she would wake up and start singing her favorite song that she wrote for her beloved. She would water the plants in the morning, go to work in the fields till noon and would spend her rest of the time at the bank of the creek writing new songs. She has followed the same routine since she was a teen. Although it got disrupted when she got in an accident last year. She was working in the field that day when it started to rain heavily. The thunderstorm blew away tops of various houses and many villagers suffered from pneumonia because of cold. It was a pretty horrible situation. She would have given anything to be a part of it. Instead she was in her field all alone singing and enjoying the rain unaware of the disaster it was causing in her village. When the rain was over and she was returning to her home drenched in water from top to bottom, it happened. the unfateful incident that she still prays in her nights that it didn’t happened.While walking through the muddy path, her foot slipped and she hit the electricity poll that stood tall by the village road. Her head hit first and the impact made her fall on the ground where was a glass piece amongst the pebbles and got into her left eye. She closed her eyelids as soon she hit the ground but the glass piece made its way to her eyeball nonetheless. Even today when she touches her scar she can feel the agony of the accident. But more than that she can feel the other things that she experienced due to the accident. She barely remembers people taking her to the hospital and doctors announcing that she wont be able to see from her left eye. She can clearly remember when her beloved looked at her for the first time after the bandages were taken out. She wanted his face to be the first thing she saw when her bandages were out. And now she wishes she asked for something else. may be she could have asked to see a flower first to thank mother nature for her recovery and her beloved saw her when she was sleeping and that horrified emotions that his eyes held when he first saw her would have gone unnoticed by her. When she looks at herself in the mirror she isn’t afraid by her face. Its not like she is an eyeless creature. There is very big scar on her face. which overshadows what used to be her eyelashes and her left eye moves with the right one. And only the people who know about the accident knows that her left eye is sightless which sadly is everyone in her village, it being a very small village. Now when she leaves her home in the morning, everyone in the street sees her. How she wishes they stopped looking at her. May be they looked at her everyday before the accident but it didn’t matter to her then. Now its not possible for to her ignore that. So she works in her field dull-ly. and waits eagerly for the noon when she goes to the creek side and sits there having her lunch. Earlier she had a spot fixed for her. Now she sits in a different place everyday.

She wonders how creek actually doesn’t have an identity of its own as that water she talks to changes everyday, the things its water contains are never the same and yet still it seems same to everyone because it flows in a definite path everyday. Sometimes she wonders how great it would be for her to go to a city and sit in an uptown coffee shop where no body knew what happened to her face and would think that may be she was made this way. This way when they talk to her, they wont be staring at her left eye. May be she will tell them herself that she cannot see from the left eye. She believes that they wont make a big deal out of it. Because they never knew that once she had a beautiful left eye. They will know her and may be like her for what she is now. And maybe she will ask someone to become her friend. That way she can make her friend meet her beloved and then three of them would sit near the creek side and sing some songs. Oh how she would love that.

The small creek looks at her everyday and reads her mind incessantly. It is amazed how her thoughts change everyday and she has new stories everyday and yet deep inside she is still the same person and will always be.

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