His Heart Will Go On…

Little Elaine tightly held her mother’s petite hand out of nervousness, because of the new surroundings. ‘Where are we going, Ma?’ she asked, probably for the seventh time. ‘Be patient, dear’, her mother replied, for the seventh time. Elaine looked out of the taxi’s window, while impatiently tapping her feet. She soon fell asleep.

Elaine was awoken by the immediate halting of the cab, much to her happiness. She eagerly got off the cab, still holding her mother’s hand firmly. Her eyes wandered on either sides of the street. The streets were surrounded by greenery as far as Elaine’s tiny eyes could see. Mrs Williams guided Elaine to a huge, modern residence, which was very unfamiliar to Elaine.

As her mother rang the doorbell, Elaine waited, wondering what was the reason behind her mother’s secrecy. After a moment or two, the door opened, revealing a tall and young gentleman, dressed in a rather formal attire, with a nervous smile plastered across his face. ‘Mrs Williams, pleasure to meet you’, he greeted. Mrs Williams shook the hand he had extended and gestured Elaine to do the same. Elaine was a pretty shy girl and not one to mingle with strangers. But she did what her mother asked her to.

‘That’s a very beautiful dress, Elaine’, said the man.

‘T-thank you’, she said, nervous enough to not even make eye contact.

‘Please, come inside’, the man said, making way for us to enter.

They entered his house and took a seat on the modern couch, much too modern for Elaine and her mother, considering they both lived in a rather out-dated house with very obsolete gadgets. ‘How are you recovering, Mr Johnson?’ Mrs Williams asked the man, after he had seated himself opposite the mother and daughter.

‘Were you sick, Mr Johnson?’ Elaine asked, out of the blue. She hated when anyone was ill, and definitely hated hospitals. ‘Because I had flu two weeks ago’, she added.

Mr Johnson chuckled, and said – ‘Please, call me Ed. And yes, I’m much better, thank you.’

He then looked at Elaine and replied – ‘Well, I was unwell, but now with the doctor’s help, I’m much better, Elaine’. Elaine nodded.

‘Elaine, do you want to see the toy room we have over here?’ he asked.

‘There’s a separate room for that?? Can I go, Ma?’ Elaine asked, springing up from her seat.

‘Of course, sweetie’, her mother allowed.

Elaine hurriedly followed Ed into a newly furnished room, with a variety of toys that she would have never thought existed. ‘Are they for me?’ she asked. ‘Yes, of course!’ he replied. Elaine hugged the stranger immediately and he was taken aback. She ran and started playing, while the man made his way back to Mrs Williams.

‘Are you positive she’ll take the news well?’ Ed asked Mrs Williams.

‘I hope, because she was very close to her dad’, she replied.

He nodded and looked out of the window, into infinity. A while later, Mrs Williams called Elaine out into the living room. ‘But I wanna play!’ she sulked.

‘There’s a thing I wanna tell you, Elly’, her Mother started. Elaine sat next to Ed and listened to her mother. ‘So, do you know where daddy is, darling?’ Mrs Williams asked, taking a deep breath after her sentence.

‘Yes, you said he went to God to ask for a doll for me’, she replied, innocently.

‘Yes, but I want to tell you something else too. Your father, he–‘ Mrs Williams couldn’t complete her sentence without tearing up.

‘May I?’ Ed asked, much to Mrs Williams’ surprise. She nodded.

‘You know, your daddy is a hero’, he started, smiling.

‘Like Superman?’ Elaine asked.

‘No, even better’, Ed said.

‘Did he save our city from evil guys?’ Elaine asked.

‘Not really, but he saved my life. I was sick, and he is God to me. There is no one else that I’d worship but him. My heart had stopped working, and your daddy, our superhero, gave me his own heart’, Ed said, waiting for Elaine’s reaction.

Elaine paused for a second, trying to digest all the information she had just received in a minute. After processing all of it, something unexpected happened.

Elaine placed her ear on Ed’s chest, listening to his heart beat. Her eyes filled with tears of joy, and she knew her dad was really a superhero. Much better than superman, batman or any other. Ed embraced the little child, looking up towards heaven, as if trying to thank his heart donor. Elaine stayed there for what seemed like forever, and started talking to her “father”.

‘I’ve missed you, daddy. And I know you might not get me a doll, but you got Ed a heart, and I’m so proud of you. Thank you for everything Daddy, and Ed wants to say something, too’, Elaine said, which made her mother smile.

‘Yes, thanks Mr Williams. Thank you for saving my life, and when I say thanks, I mean not only me but my whole family as well. I was born with all the riches and luxuries of life, but the greatest treasure I could have gotten was the gift of rebirth, that you gave me. You’re not only a superhero to your lovely daughter, but also to me and my entire family. I sincerely thank you, sir,’ Ed said, joining his hands as if praying.

Elaine and Ed talked for a very long time, after which it was time to leave. While at the threshold, Elaine looked at Ed and asked him a question.

‘Ed, can I call you “dad”?’

‘I don’t see why not, Elly’, he said, hugging the innocent kid.

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He was a hero, not only to me, but also my family.
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The Loner : Part 2.

lonely“What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?”

She was stunned to hear those words, just the same as I, when I heard those from that person, who brought me out of the darkness of solitude, to the brightness of fraternization – my best friend. Somewhere deep down inside, I knew these words had hit her hard, and that she was finally hoping to come out of her shell and make a… friend. My gut feeling said that this girl was full of stories to tell, the story… of a loner. I listened patiently as she started to narrate the story, after she became a little bit comfortable with me around which took a few days.

She said : ‘I was a normal kid until the age of 6. Normal is merely a word to define what is expected or typical. I don’t know what you mean by “normal” in my situation, but it is most definitely NOT what I am now. Now, I’m thirteen and completely changed. I thought for the initial years that I could survive without friends. While everyone was busy discussing their favorite episodes of ‘Dora The Explorer’, I would hide behind fat novels to avoid anyone from asking me about mine. While everyone was busy drawing their favorite Pokemons, I would draw myself, all alone on a lonely island. While everyone was busy planning their next sleepovers and birthday parties, I would just wonder about simply falling asleep in bed, all alone, to embrace the darkness of solitude. Believe it or not, I liked being alone then. It was just me. Only me. No one else, who would ever give me a reason to cry over, or anyone who would betray my trust. However, things took a bad turn after I turned 9.’

‘Everyone began to change. Everything began to change. And not for the better. Bullying, teasing and groupism got the best of me. I would have given anything and everything to  get a friend. Someone I could talk to. ANYONE! But, all in vain. They already had an impression about me. Every time I passed by, they used to say – ‘Look! There goes that weird loner! If you go near her, you’re gonna get the Cooties!’ That is what the rest of my life has pretty much been. At this point of time, I was not a loner by choice, not someone who loved the solitude. I was one who had tried to blend in with people before, but neither did they give me heed, nor did they treat me any good. I was a loner by fate.’

‘You may ask why did I ever become someone like this? Well, call it fate or destiny, but it all happened when my 18 year old brother, who was the closest person to me in this whole, wide world, had died. He died due to an accident where his drunk friend was driving and crashed into a passing truck. The Post Mortem report said it was due to a severe brain injury and excessive blood loss; I say it was due to the wrong company. Had he not been with the wrong people at the wrong time, he would have still been here, and would say – “Come on, Lisa, let’s go out and watch the night sky and the shimmering stars!” Heck, he just became one! They say people who die become stars, who always watch over you from up above, so the reason I was eager to go off to bed soon was because I could see my brother, smiling at me from up above. I talked to him every night, in thin air, until I couldn’t see him anymore because the damned smog covered every last remain of his. Which is when, everything changed.’

Saying this, she burst into a humorless laughter with tears in her eyes. I could feel her sadness. I could feel her story. This is the power of friendship. You know what is going through the other one’s mind and heart. You know they’ll be there no matter what. This is exactly what Lisa King needed, and I was ready to give her that. It was the least I could do for someone as hurt as she was. She added : “Sometimes, things change so quickly that even before you have time to react to it, someone else does it for you. My mother has since been sending me to therapy, thinking that it will help me, but why don’t they understand that -”

“You need a friend”, I interrupted, yet completing her sentence.

“Yes… a – a friend. Sounds like such a new word to me,” said she.

This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

A friendship which made such a positive impact on Lisa. She was no longer the girl who would sit by the window all day long. She was the one who would enthusiastically invite the ones by their windows to come and join all of us. She was no longer the girl who had to hide behind fat novels. She was the one who would initiate discussions about the new episodes of “F.R.I.E.N.D.S“, the new favorite series of the gang. She was no longer the girl who would wait for the night to embrace the solitude in darkness, she was the one who would seize the brightness.

She was no the old Loner Lisa, she was a Lisa King who would have had brought pride to her brother up above. She is my best friend, Lisa King.

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She is my best friend, Lisa King.

PS: This is dedicated to all my best friends, who have made me feel like the luckiest person to have had such a wonderful bunch of friends. I wanna say… THANK YOU. Thank you for being there.

The Loner : Part 1.

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While most of us, including myself, were busy playing hide and seek in the park, I couldn’t help but notice her, again, staring at all of us.

There she was, probably the same age as myself, sitting all alone by the window, her knees folded and her arms holding it tightly together. Her hair was neatly combed into a ponytail, but her eyes looked… sad. Unhappy. Frustrated. Nobody knew who she was. Rather, nobody wished to. They said her parents were the nicest people in the neighborhood, and yet no one seemed to understand why she wouldn’t socialize.

And just like everyday, at exactly five in the evening, her mother would take her away, forcefully – as it seemed. Nobody would see her again until the next afternoon. As baffled as I was, I thought it best to keep playing and ignore that girl. However, it seemed almost next to impossible. This was probably because I had been in her place once? It all seemed to come back to me.

I used to sit by the window, too, simply glaring at the kids frolicking around, when I guess I was eight. I was a loner, as they say it. A Loner is defined as one who “prefers” not to associate with others. The “prefers” over there makes a huge impact on its meaning as a whole. It means you are one by choice. Somewhere deep down inside, in this case, we have insecurities. Insecurities regarding opening up to people, and basically having problems trusting people. It is usually a result of being cheated or emotionally broken in the past, or watching it happen to someone close. However, for me, I was shy. But that was until I found my best friend, who told me that insecurities are a hindrance to happiness. Every word was true, and the meaning was deep and made sense when I thought about it.

When I went back home the same day, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl’s condition, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat. The very next day, I went over to her place, and her parents welcomed me in warmly. They led me into her room and by the look on their faces, it was obvious that they were puzzled as to how I was even reaching out to their daughter.

She was taken aback when I greeted her with a ‘hello’ and was definitely uncomfortable. However, I looked around and said –

“What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?”

To be continued …

Some Reasons You Should Read My Blog.

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Hi, there.

Given that I have a lot of time and very few things to do (which is the exact opposite while I’m preparing for my exams), I decided to start blogging. And, also given that I am completely disorganized, carefree and a renowned procrastinator, I considered writing about generalized things. Now don’t be surprised if you read a guide to the perfect vacation to Mars over here, someday. I warned you.

No cliche topics, I’ll just  be writing about probably incidents, short stories, or just random thoughts. Some articles might make you relate, while some might just simply keep you engrossed. Well, I’m no Dan Brown or Rick Riordan, but I can try my best to not bore you.

Well, also, the reason YOU are reading this is because you are equally as jobless and bored as I am, so what say? Let’s give each other some company for a while?

 

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