‘It’s just that things happen at the same time randomly,’ he said. 'I think you have a tendency to attach more meaning to things than there is. Shhhhh! Listen to the storm! It might carry “your” message?’ He ridiculed.
‘You don get it,' she said. ‘Look at anything around you. Say, this tea cup. Now tel me. Is there any reason why its here and not on say, that shelf? It’s part of a set of 6 cups, right? Why is THIS cup here?’ She shifted seats next to him and held him by the collar. ‘I know what you’ll say. “Randomness”.’ She let go as he blinked. ‘But every little object is then randomness. Why could it not be say, a ghost’s whims? Maybe this ghost is just picking its favourite cup and placing it here!’
‘Ah, now we have a new character!’ He exclaimed. ‘A ghost…well, perhaps, that’s wots gotten to u. A psychiatrist…is what u need, maybeeee!’
A gush of air entered the room. The storm had begun to tighten up. She picked up the broom to clean the place. Leaves were flowing in through the window. Dust too. Some random paper. Wait! Some random paper?
‘What is that!’ he looked. An empty piece of paper lay light on the floor. He picked it up and read aloud. ‘I am ink. This is me. You are the ink reader. This is you. Am I reading myself or are you reading me?’
‘Wow’ she exclaimed. ‘That’s some random response to randomness, alright...’ she prodded. ‘Hey, look,’ she screamed. Another piece of paper hung on the rope near the cupboard. He ran to grab it. ‘Read me aloud, for I think I need some rest.’
‘Are they interconnected?’ she asked. ‘And what’s that in your shirt pocket?' He opened another sheet of paper, shocked. ‘I’m ink on your paper. I’m reading you now. You say I’m scary. I say I’m just silent. Worry me not, Hurry me not. I know when to leave. :)’
He stared at her in utter disbelief. She turned away and laughed uncontrollably, albeit silently.
PS - Aashiko mey jiska title TITANIC! :D
‘You don get it,' she said. ‘Look at anything around you. Say, this tea cup. Now tel me. Is there any reason why its here and not on say, that shelf? It’s part of a set of 6 cups, right? Why is THIS cup here?’ She shifted seats next to him and held him by the collar. ‘I know what you’ll say. “Randomness”.’ She let go as he blinked. ‘But every little object is then randomness. Why could it not be say, a ghost’s whims? Maybe this ghost is just picking its favourite cup and placing it here!’
‘Ah, now we have a new character!’ He exclaimed. ‘A ghost…well, perhaps, that’s wots gotten to u. A psychiatrist…is what u need, maybeeee!’
A gush of air entered the room. The storm had begun to tighten up. She picked up the broom to clean the place. Leaves were flowing in through the window. Dust too. Some random paper. Wait! Some random paper?
‘What is that!’ he looked. An empty piece of paper lay light on the floor. He picked it up and read aloud. ‘I am ink. This is me. You are the ink reader. This is you. Am I reading myself or are you reading me?’
‘Wow’ she exclaimed. ‘That’s some random response to randomness, alright...’ she prodded. ‘Hey, look,’ she screamed. Another piece of paper hung on the rope near the cupboard. He ran to grab it. ‘Read me aloud, for I think I need some rest.’
‘Are they interconnected?’ she asked. ‘And what’s that in your shirt pocket?' He opened another sheet of paper, shocked. ‘I’m ink on your paper. I’m reading you now. You say I’m scary. I say I’m just silent. Worry me not, Hurry me not. I know when to leave. :)’
He stared at her in utter disbelief. She turned away and laughed uncontrollably, albeit silently.
PS - Aashiko mey jiska title TITANIC! :D
This guy will be singing:
ReplyDeleteJhalli meri aashiq jhalli :D