The Last Piece Of Cake on Christmas Eve

I just slammed the door on that cold evening and rushed towards the kitchen and threw all the groceries, lost in my own thoughts and rushing through the furniture in the way to drawing room I made a call which I thought I would never ever make in my life again and hoping that the person wouldn’t receive it yet longing to hear his so familiar and melodious voice. The phone rang, he hadn’t changed his number, the phone was ringing and so was my heart, with each ring panic was engulfing me and my head was ready to burst of thoughts, old memories of happy and sorrow days. It seemed that my whole past was dancing and mocking me for my foolish deeds. If I hadn’t let my ego came in the way, things could have been much sweeter. But, it was not my fault alone, things could had been treated well from opposite side also. In amidst of all this all , a trembling voice said “Hello!” and with great effort I said, “It has been a long time, Will you come tonight on dinner?” ,an awkward silence came between us and then a single word came from him, Yes!”. The phone hanged up but still the single word was ringing in my ears and I began doing the chores for dinner. I started preparing his favourite dishes, he had a unique  and sharp sense of taste which could detect a little abnormality which had turned me into a over cautious cook.

The Christmas tree was decorated and everything was in its place yet I was rushing in the house for complete perfection. The doorbell rang and my eyes became wide but I but ran towards the door as I wanted to see if my brother looked the same as before. I opened the door and found the same boy with those messy hairs and dirty shoes. I wanted to cry and hug him but I didn’t wanted to get soft on him, I wanted to be the same hard big brother which I had always been and I just shook hand and let him in and closed the door gently. He had already made his way to the dining table.

We talked formally over the table about work and other things but at last everything was overpowered by emotions when he asked, “Why you did all of that? and I just lost myself and in tears cried, I had been mean and rude all of this time but I wanted you badly in these lonely times. After our fight, you left and I was alone with father but when he died I was alone in my life, each day began with the wet pillow and ended with the sour eyes. I wanted to talk to you but I thought you wouldn’t even pick up the phone but after so much time I gathered enough courage to invite you in your own house for Christmas dinner. You showed up as my Christmas gift.”He was smiling with tears in his eyes ready to drop down. Then the big brother scolded the small one by saying, “You could have called also.”He said, “I could have come by myself but if I had done so, how could have I been able to see you in this form?”

The dark clouds over the dining table turned into the shining rays on the cold Christmas eve. We laughed on silly jokes like the good old days and enjoyed the dinner with some good old wine. It was like a fairy tale for me straight from a book. There had been many such dinner in the past in father’s time but it was just ordinary at that time but this time it was something else. Only time has the power to show you the beauty of simple things, the value of your loved ones and the ones who stays in our heart even after descending to other world.

At last, we both ate the cake with last piece of cake left. I wanted that but I wanted my brother more. So, I offered him the last piece with a drop of my tear shining atop the cake.

Life is too short to be spend fighting with your loved ones.

The Broken Mask

It was a bright day as usual when I woke up but due to closed eyes I wasn’t able to embrace it. I started doing my chores unaware of the miracle which would follow me. I brushed my teeth, combed my long hairs, arranged my bed, I had wiped my face carefully so no one would notice the tear trails on my cheeks. Sitting on the chair with my favourite mug disgusting the world, my past had left a deep scars on my heart which I thought would never heal. My past had forced me to wear an invisible mask as a barrier to this overly loud and non empathetic world. I just had made up my mind that no one is going to understand what I felt and how deep my thoughts were.

These thoughts had made me isolated to the whole society, I was misunderstood a million times for being egoistic but they only knew about the mask which covered me not my true self. I had problems with such people but soon the mud got settled with time and I didn’t even cared what they spoke behind my back and moved forward towards my career. I had become something which I once hated. Talking rough to someone wasn’t a big deal, I wouldn’t give second thought about pushing someone behind for my success.

Then the following sunset, something unexpected happened and my mother got hurt by my sharp words but at that time due to my ego I went outside and returned late night, peaking in the house and slept in my room, I thought everything would turn out to be normal but I saw a letter lying on table just besides my bed which had written on it,

“Dear,

It has been a long time I had been tolerating you and your rudeness but yesterday the things you said didn’t came out of the mouth of my daughter I used to love, she was someone else, a stranger, I can adjust with my daughter but not with a rude stranger. I am going to my friend’s home for some time.

Please don’t try to contact me for some time.”

 

After reading this, I just realised what damage I had been doing to people, the mask which I wore as a barrier has now became my identity and I was reflecting my bad past life on even those whom I truly loved.

Being alone at home, life had become very boring and depressing. I would come home daily and wept like hell. Each morning, my pillow would be stained with my tears. Then one day I saw someone whose face had a strange shine on it. His big eyes were shining like pearls and he was gathered by people who were just enjoying his presence. I wanted to know what was happening but my mask stopped me. After some days we crossed paths and I got a chance to talk to him and he reminded me of someone very familiar but I couldn’t recognize who was that person. There was some magic in him as he could feel my words not just listen to me as most would do. His calmness was something that hadn’t been seen in ages. His compassion was mesmerizing. He would look at simple things with so much delight which I couldn’t even understand.  He wasn’t that smart or handsome but whosoever once talked to him would become spellbound and just admired him in eyes for who he was. His voice wasn’t that melodious but his words made people dance. His innocent smile was just enough for someone to forget her problems. That guy holds a special place in my heart as he is someone in front of whom you could be vulnerable but he wouldn’t take advantage of that, neither he would judge. He just smiles and looks at you with same glow in his eyes.He was innocent like a child yet more matured than others in seeing others. He saw eveything and everyone with crystal clarity could  guide on paths unknown. I talked to him daily and saw things from perspective I could had never imagined. He used to talk but much actually he was just a mirror who was showing me myself. In complete wonder of his words, I would return home daily.

 

Then one day while talking to him, I finally came to my senses and remembered who was he alike and I just ran from there with tears of regret in my eyes. I came home and saw the mirror but I hadn’t seen my true reflection since a long time and was too afraid to lift my eyes up. Slowly, I lifted them up and saw a girl crying in her most vulnerable form. The girl who can do anything just to save a dying bird, a girl who could see what someone actual needs and was generous enough to fulfil that. The mask had broken completely. It was my beautiful face which was there. I just forgot how beautiful I was under the ugly mask. No hiding it from the world.

The person with whom he was familiar was my older self which was lost over time. Sometimes, you just another person to bring out what was buried in you. I just wanted to cry for my lost self. No more hiding, that was me and nobody would make me bitter, I would make everyone sweet.

I came back to him and thanked me for showing me all of this but he said, “I didn’t do anything, I was just being myself, naked as I was born.”


Blessed are those who are truly true to themselves.

You can always light someone’s life just being yourself, unmasked.

The Wounds Bled Again

“Today, the sun shines bright in the sky.” I thought in my mind, getting proud of the good deeds I had accomplished, and “Not all humans are same in this cruel world. I have at least made some difference for the needy ones and I shall be there when somebody wants my compassion” I thought, completely lost in my own world of imagination, unaware of physical realm when suddenly I heard a boy playing alone in corner of that garden. All joy had gone when I saw who he really was.

His ball came towards me and he came rushing unto me gaily but he seemed like the grim reaper coming to take my soul to hell, he bent to grab the ball but to my surprise he smiled at me and ran away. I had goose bumps all over my body. It seemed that all my hairs had turned to needles ready to pierce through my clothes and show this world how terrified I was.

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There was a time when I was the most arrogant guy anybody could imagine. Smoking, Drinking, petty fights were more of a hobby of me. I was in highschool only but all my friends were from college biker gang. Being the only child I didn’t had any restrictions, I should had. My parents loved me for who I was, those two were the only ones I cared for but they feared that if they scolded me I would had done something wrong. That was the time when a single mother with his only child came in our colony. In those summer afternoons, I used to smoke in the vacant garden of colony where along with me was just

that kid. The innocent soul was having some pleasant time with his toys when the devil in my mind started kicking and I started exhaling smoke on his face and he coughed like an asthmatic patient and cried a lot. But how unfortunate was I at that time that he couldn’t spoke. I thought that of a lottery won and started abusing that kid in numerous ways, whenever I use to found that kid out, I tortured him. Sometimes, I slapped him for no reason and laughed thereafter. Once, I spilled his schoolbag on road and he was just standing there helplessly. He informed his mother but no action was taken on me by my parents on me when his mother told my parents about so. I feels so bad when I think why my parents didn’t just slapped me and kick me out of house for destroying that poor dumb child. Lucky are those whose parents are strict to them for a teenager has to be taught lessons hardly otherwise life does that in a hard manner. If someone has done some bad in life, you can pity on him but if you ,yourself, has done that you may never forgive yourself.

After some days, both of them left and there was just I who was later taught by life what I was. Some incidents in my later life showed me what damage I had done to others, my life just gave me a ton of lemons which turned each of my tooth sour. I used to cry at night wondering about the roller coaster of my life and laugh at same time seeing the ironical ways how karma takes revenge. The damage which I had done returned to me in unexpected ways. In midst of everything, I decided to quit each of my bad habits and to help each guy I will meet and will compensate to everything I had done. It has been quite a time after life took a turning point and I transformed.

But foolish me, arrogance just hid itself in form of my good deeds ,I might have changed but I still I didn’t understood life , past just came running unto me and shown me who was I, the smile of that pure heart was more lethal for a crooked guy like me than spears in battleground. The boy was blessed ‘coz only some has the purity to forgive those who did something wrong to them and still their face shines bright for the world. That smile just tore me for what had I had done and my wounds bled again.