The Kind Heart

It has been three days since I was abducted into this senile building; a totally isolated area with no traces of human beings around, the building resembled a castle, a centenarian, like the one which I’ve read in the novels.The room I was shut in had a large entrance and a small window which was about 50 feet from the ground, it was the only source through which I could find out if it was day or night.

         Occasionally I heard the birds chirping and noises of the vehicle approaching towards the building.The vroom of the vehicles eventually took me to my past,it reminded me of my son Ricky who aspired to become a F1 racer but ended up losing his life in a fatal accident. I was firm believer of god when I was young, but my faith on god started to diminish right on the day I lost my son and vanished completely the day I lost my husband to a cardiac arrest. GOD according to me became more of a deceptive myth. 

But,How did I end up inside this building??

This is how it started,

              I love to travel a lot, you can call me a travel obsess.In-fact my dream was to become a journalist so I could travel all around the world , explore different places and get to know different culture but I ended up getting a job in the U.S. Central administration yet I managed to visit most parts of the world and because of the influence I had in the central , visa clearance wasn't much of a trouble.

                 This year I decided to visit one of the wonders of the world, not just because of the reason that I love traveling but also to get over the trauma I suffered over these years.I decided to make a visit to ‘Tajmahal’, words can never express its beauty, it was like god’s own masterpiece, it was surely one of the splendid place of all the places I have visited.

                   As soon as I came out of it, a bunch of travel agents surrounded me like a swarm of bees, each one providing their best offers to take me to the other monuments nearby, each one reduced a few bucks on negotiation and I finally fixed up with a travel agent who quoted few hundred bucks lesser than the others, he promised me that he'd take all the other monuments nearby and leave me at the airport directly.

                Everything seemed to go well.I visited few more monuments.It was a few Kilometers from Fatehpur Sikri when the car stopped suddenly in the middle of a village.Two men with stunt gun and a large rifle approached from nowhere, they covered my face with a piece of cloth and that was the last thing I could remember.

       After I regained my conscious; my senses presumed that I was abducted by terrorists, and that ended up being the fact.They locked me up inside this room that is how I ended up inside this asylum of darkness.

       Every day two gigantic men would come and provide me with food which was usually stale and rotten. They would check me up if I was physically alright and that was all,They never spoke to me, we had no interaction, all my vociferation were left ignored by them.

   

       I soon realized that their demand was not with me, I knew they’d make their demands to U.S. embassy for whatever they needed.Working in the central embassy I was well aware of foreigners being abducted and I also knew my life was indeed important to them until their demands were met. In fact, if they let me escape, their demands will not be satisfied.

        I knew, staying up here would never help me in anyway.I made a plan.I started to bruise my hand with the sharp edge hook of my chain , blood started oozing out, I did it until it made a big incision, I knew I'd be taken out for medication.

           

             My plan seemed to work. I was dragged out of the dark place by two men. It had been about a week since I last saw the rays of the sun, my eyes refused to bear the glare. I thought I’d be taken to the hospital or at least to a paramedic for a first aid to whom I thought I could make signals to show them that I was in trouble,that was the only escape plan I had.

            

           Things never seem to work according to my wish; I was dragged into another room in the same senile building.On my way I saw numerous doors which could possibly have dozens of captives inside. I was dragged to a young man who was in his twenties with overgrown beard and subtle features inscribed in his rough face. He was definitely one among them.

       As soon as I came in, the guy starred at me. Something seemed familiar in his eyes, he resembled more like my son Ricky. I couldn’t take my eyes out of him.As the memories of my son resuscitated I started to cry. I spoke to him, every little thing I could possibly speak, I cried, I yelled I did everything I could to let him know that I was trapped.He dint seem to bother, I was not sure if he understood the language which I spoke, he was keen in tying the bandages around the bruises after which I was dragged into the silent asylum again.My plan dint work but at least I could share my feelings with someone which made me feel better than screaming to these ear-less walls.

             As soon as I came back I removed the bandage, I scratched all over the bruises so that those wounds would never heal and I would be able to see him one more time.

             During the next day, I was dragged to the same room.he was sitting in the same room with his medic box waiting for me. I could find the traces of sympathy in some corner of his subtle face. I spoke to him again, with all my accumulated senses and feelings gushing out into words.

                  During the next visit, it wasn't the same, there was a smile in his face,a little smile of solace, peeping out of his lips, the one similar to Ricky’s smirk. I sat down silently on the desk.

              After the medications, he slowly looked up into my eyes and whispered “I wish I were your son”. Those were the only words I have heard for over a week, a dialect which I was able to make sense . Those words kept echoing all over my ears, and the walls seemed to reflect his voice back and forth adding little decibels each time, and every time it reached me I felt happy,happiness without a specific reason.

               During the next day, I heard the sound of the choppers surrounding the place, sounds of walkie-talkie  blurted out the familiar language, sounds of the footsteps rushing towards accompanied by gunshots and human shrills finally the doors opened, they were soldiers, soldiers who belonged to my country.

               They had shot down every single terrorist they came across, all the doors were opened and all the captives were released. My happiness knew no bounds, we were out very soon.

               The smell of the fresh air, the sunlight, the familiar language or the fact that I was finally out of this solitary confinement,I couldn't decipher which one made me feel happy.

                 The soldier informed us that they came to know our location through an anonymous phone call.I knew it was him,the guy who treated me, the guy who disguised or at least seemed to mask his tender heart with his rough face.

                 All through my way back home I was praying to GOD. I was making wishes to the one whom I once thought never existed.The one whom I thought was nothing but a fangled myth made out of a fool man’s mirage.I was praying that he should have escaped the attack.

                Next day the television reported that every terrorist who were on that spot were killed. The newspaper displayed all the pictures of the deceased, there he was,in the last photograph among all the others with bruises all over his face.

                 The article written in the newspaper left me baffled, it said that none of the neighbors could identify the young guy; they claimed they have never seen this guy before and none could possibly identify even a little information about him.

               

         There were dozens of questions and thoughts running inside me.Was that Ricky? Did he come there only to save me? or did GOD wanted to show me that Ricky still lives somewhere at some part of this expanded universe always looking at me?.But why should he take him back? I couldn't make out the answers for most of the questions.

           I never knew if GOD really existed or it was just an intelligent ex-cogitation of human intuition, but there is certainly a central cardinal force trying to hold every single atom of this universe together,but, if I had the power, I would put GOD into the same situation take away all his happiness and everything that would mean so much to him, just to make him realize what the word “PAIN” actually means….