Short stories

                                                     The God has something to Say...

The god had something to say. Everyone was just so excited. We were outside our houses leaving such important tasks of
humanity. The women were complaining of the dishes or Lenin yet pending in a slimy corner of the washrooms. The men
were just too busy discussing what the say could be. And me? I was just ignoring the main attraction which obviously was the
sky and observing everyone. It happened a few weeks ago….

It was a bright Sunday morning and I was feasting on the exclusive bed tea I receive on weekends, when suddenly
everything disappeared. Just like your offices sometimes appear for a mere fraction of a second when electricity supply is cut
off in mid evenings.

It was a shock to find the tea from my lips to be gone and to be left completely feeling less, with only a rummaging portion of
your brain where neutrons are jumping like crazy balls. I felt as though I could see, but not understand anything. I was
reminded of the childhood days when the world seems gone haywire and you lost in oblivion. How exactly it feels to be
nothing is what it was. Though I had no eyes anymore, the thought which made me think I was dead, I saw a glimmer.

As I said I could not get the scene, but as I stepped back at the same time I had practically left the world, I knew what it
was. HE WISHES TO TALK TO US. Not through English but something deeper and influential, maybe the way birds and
animals communicate with each other. He wants to speak to the living population; whether he meant humans or earth or
maybe the innumerable galaxies of which I was a part, I really do not know. My mother came rushing into the room, if you call
it so… and asked me the same thing I was about to ask her too.

Without my answering she got her doubts cleared.

Yes, it was all over the media. No, even the politicians did not leave this. Everyone was too shocked to the core that they
just followed the crowd, which happened to be the leaders of the biggest nations. The UN held hundreds of talks, on
thousands of topic I think were not even related to it. Like, how the economy of US will be affected, how science
would benefit from it…..etcetera, etcetera. The atheists could just not believe it!!

The worst affected were the saints. For them it turned out to be a punishment for man to be called in such an exceptional
way.  God wanting to have a talk to all of ‘us’, was just as simple as a father calling his spoilt son for a little chat. God knows
what complexity was induced in such a subject. The animals seemed lost and the birds went mad. Maybe, I felt, they knew
something I did not. After all it was their language God felt obliged to communicate in.

The exciting thing was that school was discontinued, in case we are called at such a time when scholars are giving their
biology exam.























Nothing happened and the world retained its usual torpor. The same atmosphere of a kind of dullness had filled the vacuum
created by excitement. Then, when the final call came, a rush fell into the deepest, sincerest, darkest and brightest of the
brains. All men were silenced by the peaceful rhythm of silence. Only, the non biological objects continued in their routine.
And everyone came running out of their homes.

As if they knew the message would come via the clouds, all eyes glazed to the tremendous sky. Disappointment gripped
everyone, when not a puff of cotton was even visible over the pearly lithosphere. Time sped at the velocity of light, as usual
waiting for none.

I thought of the brilliant scientists who presumably, were recording smallest of change in the air. Some of the commoners
were expecting an explosion; few imagined the end of the world and the lazy ones considered it to be joke played by God. As
for me, I was noticing the earth to which we have our existence related.

As far as my ears could reach, I heard now disillusioned, tired people grumbling. But my thoughts went to the space, and
jumped into the ocean of reality when I heard a voice.  

A surprised, brittle shriek of a child, probably equally affected by this strange behavior of his parents rang into my ears. He had
found a colorful butterfly sitting on a flower as though pursuing it to open up a little so that they could share a secret. The
patterns over her flimsy wings were perfect, but odd. I too was gripped and mesmerized by her fluctuating feathers and
joined the child.

So small was her exterior and yet she portrayed a beautiful message to both of us. She fluttered over my shoulder and circled
around us. Love and beauty separated us from the meaningless world by the walls of imagination.  The baby was still clutching
my hand and a transfer of thoughts took place. I could feel the child’s anticipation and the child could feel my ideas and
emotions. Nothing, not even what god had to say mattered then. Only, the little joy of experiencing life to its zenith occupied
my mind.

We did not spend more than a moment to observe, but it felt like a million years could have gone past by and we wouldn’t
have noticed. And suddenly as she flew out of sight, the wall broke and innumerable voices reached my brain. The child left
my finger and looked away as if disappointed at the failure to view more. I looked around uninterested. Taking my keys from
my mother’s hands I departed to my room. I had seen and felt enough and cared the least what people thought.

God had come and had vanished and those foolish people still in the grounds could not get the message.

After about an hour my mom returns home and cries for a cup of water. Man… is the most foolish organism in the universe.
What even a butterfly could perceive, man lost it to imagination. He still lives in artificiality and will probably never come to his
senses for God has stopped talking to the world…


Arshia Verma
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