Extinction

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“Your posts are appreciable”, a friend of mine pinged me on a particular social media website.
“Thank You!” I replied as pride flickered on my face.
“I like people who love to express themselves, but it’s deplorable how these people are extinct in our primitive and orthodox society”, he added as we kept on debating.
“Well, I think extinct is not a specific word to define them. There are many besides us who love to express themselves but you just need to search for them”, I protested over his estimation.
“I think extinct is suitable for these people, as species that are extinct are discovered not searched for”, he added further.
The delusory persuasion of my friend coerced me to give a second thought on this theme. I instantly locked myself in a room satiated with silence, dimed the bulbs and began thinking. I asked myself a few questions.
When was the last time you flaunted your thoughts with someone? You have a certain feeling in your heart that people may spurn your thoughts on a particular issue.
When was the last time you shared those pranks you played on your friends with your parents?
When was the last time you laughed your heart out on a particular joke with your friends? You even failed to narrate your feelings to the girl you loved, didn’t you?
You are a lummox!
I turned pale and pallid and sweat emitted from my forehead. How did I turn flaccid to such an extent that I was unable to share what I felt with anyone? Why do I keep it to myself? If not to the people around me, who do I share my thoughts with?
The surface of my pillows has witnessed the toughest of my pains. No wonder my mom finds this particular area of the surface of my pillow frigid and gelid. It has soaked the most hardest and honest tears of mine.
The tiles of my lavatory have discovered the most mysterious and cryptic secrets of mine. I always tattle with the reflection of myself on those tiles. They have heard my everyday schedule and my nighttime honest confessions.

 

 

The personal diary which I have maintained to track down all the feelings I possess everyday has witnessed the hardest of writings with pain and grief. It is the spectator of every tear drop that has rolled down from my eyes to its particular pages.

 

 

Who says that people don’t express themselves anymore? Every mortal has experienced this in their life.
A writer weaves words out of their thoughts and feelings to express themselves to their audience and spectators. Have you ever read any books or the writings of a particular writer only to find honest feelings and logical thoughts flickering through the masterpiece?
A musician through his melodious voice conquers the whole world. Don’t you find yourself bemused while listening to your favourite music, as if they have conquered your soul? Musicians are always perfect in expressing themselves.

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A painter through his sketches and paintings spellbinds the mind of his audience and spectators. They have the tendency to express themselves far from the expectations of normal people. They paint your mind with the modest paints of their thoughts.
An artist bewilders you through the beauty of his masterpieces. Maybe he is an aspiring one or an established one. They can make you love them with their stunning masterpieces.
An engineer and technician can mesmerize you with their outrageous widgets and gadgets. They have the tendency to express themselves through their techie knowledge.
Everyone is unique and everyone has the right to express their consent and views. People who express themselves are not extinct. They are there, between us, everywhere. We just need a specific pair of eyes to recognize them.

 

 

Everyone expresses themselves in their own way.

 

 

~Ramesh Pathak  | Edited by Indu Arakkal

 

 


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