PEACEFUL NEURONS

1920 While crossing the 4-way traffic light, Liza's book flew open and got bulldozed by a fine black shoe. She screamed, "My book THE AGE OF INNOCENCE isn't innocent anymore!" The man replied, "A band-aid would suffice. As a Doctor, this foot-stamp reminds me of the Psychoanalysis' Inkblot..... Sorry, I am Jake. Actually, I lost the address of the girl who was supposed to meet my friend here. He couldn't come.....Do you know someone by the name LIZA JONES?" 2020 Liza and Jake's Great-granddaughter is graduating from the Oxford University today.

It is raining eternally... Pacifying every bit Of my black wild Lungs, Giving a sacred reason, all perfect To breathe again The unswept sandy crumbs!

Scene 4 Time: 11:23 PM Place: The core of an energetic being and the Stony door. Yes, the little fume is on the other side of our palpable senses. But, its aromatic ghostly ashes adorn the bare space of the stony door, whose lips stand agape, as if to behold some spectacular spark of glory.  Ankita on one side. Gut-feeling on the other. The former's psyche, flooded with utter remorse for not giving a fair chance to the lady who is on the verge of breaking, verbalizes. " You okay? I am sorry for my indifference. I've been going through a lot of confusion lately. Nothing seems to make any sense. This moment, I see some hope. The very next moment, darkness begins to cripple me." "Why have you been trying to talk to me so urgently?" "You know, I want you with me, right?"  Listening to this, Gut-feeling smiles softly and immediately collapses into Ankita's tender arms and BOOM! Ankita, clueless about what has just happened, c...

Scene 3 Time: 11:21 PM Place: The door of Stone and beyond. Gut feeling, with a jaw-dropping look, stands frozen to the core. Now, her failure starts to take a toll on her clustered neuronal networks. Suddenly, a hair-like fume crawls out of her charged head and begins its way through the hole of the stony door knob. While treading on the gloomy path of stone, the fume catches a lemony breeze. It invigorates its entire being, like a paraplegic sensing his legs again. In an instant, it exclaims, "Oh! I WILL get the work done. I WILL deliver the data of downloaded enlightenment to Ankita ASAP". It, then, sees the finish line. And, most importantly, it sees Ankita, walking toward the door. Seeing her, it turns back to take a quick look at the stunned one, outside the door. It screams, "Mother, worry not. I am extremely close to my destina…...". And, in a blink of an eye, Ankita swings open the door. The action disperses the concentrated fume...

SCENE 2 Time: 11:19 PM Place: Beyond the door of Stone The music inside stops. Gut feeling exclaims with a sigh of exotic defeat, "Ah! Ankita has missed my message again". She continued, "Yesterday, it was the ringing in her ears that she complained of.." "Should I visit her again? Tomorrow? Or may be, the day after?" In the midst of her incessant rainy questions, she hears Ankita's voice for the first time today. "You still there?" Now, hearing the long-familiar voice, which is so intertwined with her existence, Gut feeling tries to speak the first word again. In a reflex, she mumbles, " cnreigheuigwnicg…….". She tries. She strives. She toils. But, no actualization. She witnesses Time killing a minute. Then, woefully bites her tongue. She laments in words indecipherable, "woz won weee me?"

Scene 1 Time: 11:16 PM Place: Between the divided spaces near a door of stone. Gut feeling arrives.  She knocks and says, “it is me again.” After looking at her Bluetooth speaker, Ankita talks to herself, “What if I turn the volume up? Will she leave my porch?” The very next moment - kaboom! The song screams,   “ I'll never run away, From who knocking at my door I never paid attention to whoever tells me no I'll take your crown, take your town Better stay ready, better stay ready” 2 mixed audible sounds overwhelm her already overwhelming piece of peace. She witnesses Time killing a minute. 2 minutes later, the song ends. The background something vanishes too. And surprised, Ankita interrogates, “You still there?” 

A sleepy neuron sighs and then yawns, Trying desperately to drag its sister neuron... As an unforeseen menace tickling its node SA; Her crusade will polish malice's hair grey, Hush the hiccup airway Stormingly and unfailingly... But Something switched In a split-second, oh! The shimmering souls whispered, "Both let the fertile Faith forego. So, we left 2 seconds ago."

There is you. Your roaring ever-growing laughter, Reverberating across the cement hills of the concrete... And There is me. My melancholic frail ventricles awaiting departure... From the rustling whispering never-ending memories on repeat.