Drenched In Words

My mind had spiralled deep into an ocean of dreams and the incessant images that clung to my mind refused to cease thereby preventing me from being awake. My subconscious appeared to churn out funny images to tickle my funny bones. The previous night hadn't worked well for me as far as penning a story was concerned. I kept on insisting my mind spawn words but it refused to budge leading to clogged thoughts that never manifested into words. Chaos had materialized in my mind with bottled-up useless thoughts which I vented out across the four corners of the room. It seemed as if the walls had ears as my vented frustrations seeped into them. The white sheet of paper beseeched me to wreathe it with creative cum colourful words but my cluttered mind was a testament to my impotency. I broke into a slumber as I couldn't litter the white sheet of paper with words. What external entity can manage to breach my slumber?

A loudspeaker proved why it was loud and noisy as it manufactured a sound loud enough to crack open my eardrums. The enriching dreams had now become distant courtesy loudspeaker. I scrambled back to my feet after listening to the dirty song that threatened to damage my ears. Every cell in my ears throbbed in agony. I squinted because the sunlight came gushing into the window towards my face. My eyelids were heavy and swollen thanks to the deep sleep I enjoyed. My racing heartbeats stabilized again as the loudspeaker lost its voice and turned dumb. The white sheet of paper still stared down at my face since I couldn't keep up the promise I had made the previous day. I kissed the paper to kindle its excitement and promised to make it famous by penning a masterpiece. I looked out the window at pedestrians who scurried along the pavement to attend to their office needs. Unfortunately, they were owned by their offices. I decided to skip the shower but drench myself in the water of creative words. It was my desperate appetite to play with words that kindled my solitude. If there was anything in this world that could strike a chord with my heart, it was words.

I looked at myself in the mirror which inevitably reflected my image as is. The dishevelled hairs, swollen eyes, and wrinkles in my forehead cut a sorry figure but they are not permitted to judge my forthcoming story. I don't intend to see them ooze their negative energy into my story thereby making it adulterated and awful. The inner demons that managed to sabotage my writing plan yesterday seemed to have lost their steam turning docile. The beautiful day had managed to overpower my vices rendering me peace and happiness. I knew it will be a challenge to maintain this momentum throughout the day because, at any moment, the external stimulants may neutralize our joy. Are my inner faculties so weak to get affected by external stimulants? No, I am much better than that. But the irony is that I had fallen prey to external stimulants just a day ago. The ink in my pen boiled and my crazy mind manufactured words to propel the ink out into the white sheet of paper.

My gleaming eyes flushed with joy and got hooked to the white paper as I was on a words churning spree. The creative words which flew into the paper were a remedy to my old wounds that still lingered in my mind. My countenance broke into multiple expressions because I was feeling every moment of the story as if it was a reality. My twitching thighs alerted me to exercise them because I didn't move even an inch. In six hours, I penned a beautiful story thanks to my hyperactive mind which didn't get affected by external stimulants. Imagination had clung to my mind and the ink of my pen to the paper. I carefully weaved the words to generate content which was meaningful and interesting. The perilous anxiety couldn't play a deception game as it bit the dust. Since I was drenched in words, I let them tickle my bones while I secretly enjoyed the pleasure. Amidst the clattering wheels of the vehicles that refused to subside, I was here being intoxicated by my inner words that continued to linger in my mind.

Against the backdrop of a cloud-deprived sky, I glanced at the opulent mansion out the window quietly bathing in the warm sunlight. Two coconut trees loomed large beside them as if they had the onus to protect the mansion. The dewy blades of grass lost their mist but still emanated its green aura around. Waves of cool air percolated through my body to give a touch of coolness. Unbidden, melatonin hormones cropped up in my pineal gland to force me into sleep. Just when I thought I would start a second chapter by slipping into a sleep I heard a knock on the door and I endeavoured to open it. Just when everybody was flouting rules, here comes a man with a mask to promote covid guidelines. I could see an envelope lodged between his fingers. He asked me to scribble my signature on a piece of paper to get the license to read the letter and I obliged. I ripped open the envelope and extracted the letter. I loved the idea of getting drenched in words again as I was about to read the letter.

Hi Rohith,

Hope you are doing fine. I know how much you dote on books but I never understood the burning passion inside you. I always persuaded you to do activities that you were not comfortable with thereby limiting your inner strength. It has been a bumpy ride as far as our relationship is concerned and I have decided to make amends for all the pain I caused you over the years. I left a deep wound inside you to nurse and I always feel guilty about that. Change is the only constant in life and I have accepted that. Now, I am not a stubborn father like before, but a caring, loving father who wants his son to be happy. I don't want to breach the creative kingdom that renders you joy galore. I penned this letter and there is a surprise awaiting you. A bundle of books will scamper into your room to quench your book cravings. When you look back, I know life hasn't been great for you. I will no longer impede your chosen path but rather be your cheerleader who would want to see you happy. Go and live your dreams! Venture into your own inner adventures! I will always support you in your endeavours and no anger can seep in between us to corrupt our mood. I hope this letter will break your lips into laughter and provides a chance to love me once again. My unconditional love is packed in this letter, please don't miss to feel them.

Your dear father,

Rajesh

My eyes welled up; streaming tears materialized to blur the words in the letter. The quivering noise inside wanted to break the shackles and come out as pain. My carved story paled into insignificance owing to the promise of love made by the magical words in the letter. His assurance shrouded in words is now my protector. Finally, the predator pain froze to leave my soul and the divine love ushered in. No one can usurp my joy because I can now piggyback on my protector who will not judge but support me in my endeavours. I cuddled the letter with tender love. His written words of magic slayed the deep wound within me and sang a soothing lullaby to catapult me into euphoria.

Swaying in the arms of the breeze

Hooking the eyes on the sky which is shrouded by haze

I embark on an inner journey 

That promises to give the taste of a honey

Blood circulates through the human body

For a change, words flow through my body

Dark and negativity work in cahoots to cause pain

Spirit and positivity intertwine to produce divine

A life ridden with pain is useless

Usher in peace to become plumbless

The shimmering rays sparkle on the river

Let the divine energy strengthen your power

Tune into the rhythms of nature

You will learn the essence of its lecture