A Message

It was a very bright day. Unlike any other day. Usually it was very dark and cloudy in the place where he lived that one could hardly spot any trace of sunlight. But today was very unusual. Lying on his bed, he could see that there was a weird glow coming through his window that didn’t somehow seem right to him.

“Apocalypse”, was the first word that popped into his head. End of the days. End of the world - A subject of his recent obsession. He had been researching material, from the likes of Nostradamus to Mayan civilization devouring whatever he could lay his hands upon. The very idea that everything could stop existing suddenly, never ceased to provoke his curiosity. Like his mother, for instance, one day full of life and soul and the very next day, she was gone. Reduced to a pot of ash. Just like that. Currently, looking at his mother’s picture on his table, he terribly missed her. She would have played along with him, listening to his craziest ideas. He wished she had been there with him.

He got up from his bed lazily, but the bright glow didn’t disappear. It wasn't the sun. Intrigued, he tried to find the source of it, but it was too bright that he had to squint his eyes, like seeing the sun on an eclipse day. He blinked his eyes once or twice. There was a prominent outline of something when he blinked. He looked at the source again and again blinked once or twice, looking at the wall. He was startled by what he saw. It was a definite shape. He was sure of that.

It looked like a heart. The one like the smileys that we use while texting. "Probably it’s not just a heart, it could be something else. A crypt, an ancient symbol, some symbol of alchemy?", he asked himself.

He gave it a moment or two and then laughed at the absurdity of it all. “Lots of reading and researching must have finally gotten into me”, he told himself. “Arryaaaaaaannnnnnn!", bellowed a voice from downstairs. "It’s 8 already! You’re getting late. If mom had been there, you’d have been on your way to school now”, rang his father’s voice.“Okay dad, coming! “ shouted Aryan back, giving one final look a the source of light, shaking his head and getting into the bathroom.

At a place very very far from Aryan, she smiled at her son's inability to decipher her simplest message, in spite of his love for symbols. She knew one day he will and she wasn’t going to give up until he did.