I jumped over a rather important developments in the story, and since there is nothing worse in this world than the stories badly told then let me move back in time to the day when Nawafar was sobbing in her room...
Nawafar cried a lot that day, but no matter how much we would like the world to make notice of our little personal tragedies it always does go on with its own interrupted rhythm. No matter how much we wish for the world to stop still the sun does rise every day, the time flows past us every moment and the earth never stops rotating around the sun, and so it happened this time as well...
Nawafar lifted her tired head and looked towards the bright sun that was trying to make its way inside her room in order to dry the floor and her face after the deluge that happened the previous day. She looked around the room... the cat was floating in the pool of her tears and even though the view was not funny at all somehow she began to laugh at hearing his meows and seeing how he tries to keep his tail above the water.
She floated to the kitchen and with the help of fevicol made herself a boat out of peels of bananas and oranges. She pulled the wet cat into the boat and floated towards the doors. She wrestled with the lock for a moment and as the rusted lock gave in she managed to open the doors and let the flooding waters flush outside with a great force. She sat on the wet floor and began to write a letter...
You see... you entered this story only recently, but the story had been here for many years... Nawafar and Rajkumari might have been different from each other and live in remote places of this land but nevertheless they were closely related by blood. They were twin sisters.
Nawafar had always been the emotional one, Rajkumari the reasonable one. Nawafar loved saris, Rajkumari had soft corner for skirts and bellbottom trousers. Nawafar would cry while being hurt, Rajkumari would rather hide her feelings and try to keep herself busy with work. Nawafar would whine and feel miserable all day, Rajkumari would take out her laptop and write, play the flute or draw. Nawafar always wanted to be found, Rajkumari always wanted to find herself...
And so, when Rajkumari read a letter that her twin sister had written she packed her bags and rushed towards the flooded debris of an imaginary house among the trees by the lake in order to rescue her sister from burying herself inside the mouse-hole.
Aren't we all like the twin sisters living under the same roof? Sometimes the emotional one takes over the house, but then there comes a day when the rational side of us prevails once again after the emotional turmoil is over?
Nawafar cried a lot that day, but no matter how much we would like the world to make notice of our little personal tragedies it always does go on with its own interrupted rhythm. No matter how much we wish for the world to stop still the sun does rise every day, the time flows past us every moment and the earth never stops rotating around the sun, and so it happened this time as well...
Nawafar lifted her tired head and looked towards the bright sun that was trying to make its way inside her room in order to dry the floor and her face after the deluge that happened the previous day. She looked around the room... the cat was floating in the pool of her tears and even though the view was not funny at all somehow she began to laugh at hearing his meows and seeing how he tries to keep his tail above the water.
She floated to the kitchen and with the help of fevicol made herself a boat out of peels of bananas and oranges. She pulled the wet cat into the boat and floated towards the doors. She wrestled with the lock for a moment and as the rusted lock gave in she managed to open the doors and let the flooding waters flush outside with a great force. She sat on the wet floor and began to write a letter...
You see... you entered this story only recently, but the story had been here for many years... Nawafar and Rajkumari might have been different from each other and live in remote places of this land but nevertheless they were closely related by blood. They were twin sisters.
Nawafar had always been the emotional one, Rajkumari the reasonable one. Nawafar loved saris, Rajkumari had soft corner for skirts and bellbottom trousers. Nawafar would cry while being hurt, Rajkumari would rather hide her feelings and try to keep herself busy with work. Nawafar would whine and feel miserable all day, Rajkumari would take out her laptop and write, play the flute or draw. Nawafar always wanted to be found, Rajkumari always wanted to find herself...
And so, when Rajkumari read a letter that her twin sister had written she packed her bags and rushed towards the flooded debris of an imaginary house among the trees by the lake in order to rescue her sister from burying herself inside the mouse-hole.
Aren't we all like the twin sisters living under the same roof? Sometimes the emotional one takes over the house, but then there comes a day when the rational side of us prevails once again after the emotional turmoil is over?
