She gaped at the soft pillows for ten minutes. She would do
that very often. She had never been able to fit very well into her surroundings
but her cocoon protected her. She was principled, but often contemplated on the
significance of principles in a world run by practicalities. She was a
self-proclaimed atheist but was always afraid of a divinity cursing her for not
believing in the truth of life, for that is what she had always been told; that
the sole truth of life is the existence of one creator and protector. She knew
that she hadn't
been questioning the existence of ‘God’ since she had gained
consciousness. She began to question it only when she read about it being
questioned. That was when she began to question her own being. Was anything
that she thought, felt or conceived, true or for that matter, original? She was
not sure. She knew that she could never be sure.
‘God’ had deceived her innumerable times. He had made a
dubious world of inequalities and injustice. Stability was subjective. The
world would revolve, so they said that it revolved around the sun, no matter
who lived or died. Was she living? She could feel herself stroking her own
hair, rubbing her eyes, swallowing a splodge of saliva. She yearned to be
caressed by a man, to be kissed by her mother and liked by her friends. ‘Who
are these people?’ She wondered. Why did she care so much about them? Was it
because she had been conditioned to care about them or were these desires and
expectations so natural and intrinsic in human beings that every person would
have them. A tear from her eye created a blotch on the white bed sheet as she
pondered.
She liked to think. She believed that humanity would
progress only by addressing problems and questions that have not been answered.
She neither believed in science or religion. Either of them weren't reliable
enough to answer questions. Any question whatsoever. She believed in experiences; abstract but
tangible emotions and experiences that stayed with a person above and beyond
the realm of Theology or Facts. She was thinking when suddenly a peacock flew
inside her room and asked her to climb on its back. There were three ballerinas
who hopped in through the window to help her get up. The bird flew into the
distant sky among the spongy clouds. She felt them. They felt like cotton
candy. Suddenly, they turned pink and she bit into a cloud shaped like a
strawberry. She was feeling better already. Biting into a pink cloud that
tasted like candy did not seem odd to her. It was as if she did it every day.
“Maybe I do this
every day and don’t seem to recall it. Who knows?”
She saw the world beneath her feet and the view from the top
did not seem as good as her ‘real-life’ experiences were. She found that
strange. Yet, she wanted the peacock to keep flying and never get tired. Maybe
tiredness was a mental illusion. It did not stop. It kept flying beyond the
horizon over the vast, lime-green sky; out of the Earth’s atmosphere. She felt
a gush of emotions. Maybe she would find out, this fine day what lay beyond the
insignificant planet she inhabited. The peacock flew up and above the clouds
with her dancing ceaselessly on top of it. She was so overjoyed that she
slipped and fell down, with a thud. There was a dramatic stir and she closed
her eyes, lying on the bed; forever. This was why she did not believe in
science or religion. Only she could have explained what happened after she
closed her eyes. It wasn't just spiritual, it was sublime.