As the gates of heaven open up and the angels of glory smile on me, I know its time to say good bye…
I return their smile; I am feeling cheerful yet my hearts heavy…
Living on this earth for 25 years and calling it my home I now have to leave it to embark on a journey on a different planet.
I have heard human versions of it but am no surer that heaven is like what I think it is.
As I fly on with the newly acquired wings I look down and see a misty morning, a sun peeking just through the mountains and a warm orange glow on the horizon of the sea…
I wonder if heaven will be like this, pure and blissful, giving weary eyes the joy of a delightful sight.
I haven’t yet seen the world and I haven’t yet learnt the purpose of life, then why was my life so brief, like a glimpse of the most wonderful fairy tale land.
Living in wonderment since my days on earth began, discovering the delight of new things, new people, different shapes and sizes, colours and hues.
It felt better then heaven I think, because I don’t know about heaven and earth seems the only place I know and I find it such a delight to be in.
I think of the time I was a child, I loved to see the colours of rainbow when it rained and petrol had mixed with water.
I didn’t care about the rainbow high up there in the sky, it was mysterious but this was real and I could recreate it, it was mine to see whenever I wanted.
There was a time when I saw a tree grow up with me and I had a competition with it but it grew too big and I was a small boy still
I wanted to control it and then I thought ok I know how I can do it, I thought I was too clever as I set out to draw the tree, I could make it any size I wanted.
That’s when I realised I could make my own reality, I could make things the way I wanted them to be. If I thought I wanted a banana to be red, it could be made.
One day I was given a clay modelling set and that day was like a golden day for me because this meant my imagination could take shape and I could actually make a red banana not just on paper but something I could hold.
I couldn’t content my excitement and I started working on my fruit basket, modelling fruits to perfection as if they were real.
The first one I formed I gave it the conventional colour and then my imagination took over. So I had a red banana, a purple apple, a black strawberry and a pink pineapple.
The sense of creation of my own reality gave me immense happiness but my friends and parents thought I didn’t interpret the world as they did, I was an abnormal child.
There it was then I was taken for therapies and psychotic treatment sessions. My mind couldn’t think conventionally, I wanted to break the monotony and yet here I was labelled crazy.
As years went by and I was left to myself the treatments had a sudden toll on me and I began to get unstable. I would converse of my ideas with myself.
This gave people more reason to suspect I was mad and my parents were persuaded that I should be send to an asylum. All this while I had kept up my art and was painting the world in my colours.
The asylum made me shun life and then here I was at a young age with wings flying heavenwards wondering why earth wasn’t for me.
I loved nature the way it is and I didn’t want to change things for others I just wanted to change things for myself, interpret them differently and break the monotony. I just wanted to have fun with colours.
I would call this creativity, But that girl should used her creativity in the way the people sould understand. She just wanted to break the monotony in which she got so involved that her parent and friend think him as some crazy person. She should be bit more diplomatic and should make the people around her to see the thing from her eyes. In the good may good give her peace and know she is with god the true creater and maybe she can suggest something to the god.
Comment by Nikhil Mishra — July 17, 2009 @ 9:54 am |