Beyond the Mask
When taking a look at the shelves , you know how elevated is the choice of this person .
You will be impressed by the variation of the books . They are well-
arranged according to their topics . Most of them were about literature .
This gives you an indication that this person has no interest in science .
“ Ouch..!!” . She shrieked as a heavy dusty brown book fell off her
head . She used to arrange the shelves from time to time .
She was a young lady , full of liveliness and energy , though she seems
serious as you look at her eyes . The apparent thing about her is her
fondness of books . You hardly ever see her without a book in her
hand ,therefore , her friends used to call her “ A Lady book ” !!
One night while sleeping , she couldn’t breathe as she woke up to find a
book on her face . She spends most of her time reading and sometimes
she writes some notes . She is attached to books as she find in them a
kind of relief from many things in this world .
Some prefers to be alone by himself with his books rather than wasting
time listening to silly people and their stupid talks . We never get bored
from diving deep inside this magical world , the world of books . It is a
world where you give your soul the chance to fly among unlimited sphere .
It is not like human world , full of lies , deception and vagueness . It’s the
world of truth .
She picked it up , it was a gift from a dear person . She got blushed , as if
her face was covered with a piece of her pink dress . She couldn’t bear
the temptation , she opened the book and started the reading .
As her eyes got tired of reading , she thought of leaving her room . She
entered the sitting room and for her surprise she found a hateful person .
She was their neighbour . A lady in her fifties . cares about her look
intensively. It seems that she spends quite a long time in front of the mirror .
She has to greet her, otherwise her mother will get angry .
“I wonder why , we force ourselves to accept things we don’t like . Why
do we have to wear a mask to hide what is inside us . I don’t like
excessive compliment , it is a way to deceive others . Why don’t we face
them with the truth , it is miserable sometimes , but better than deception .”
all those thoughts went in her mind .
“ You still didn’t get married ? It seems that men are getting blind.” The
woman commented.
This is sure what everyone believes in . Appearances and physical
beauty are more important than anything else .
“ You are beautiful , you’ll get more chances to marry a handsome guy.”
The talkative lady said as she had a sip of coffee .
“Thanks for your nice words .” She returned with a fake smile.
She left the place as she couldn’t waste her time listening to that fat
talkative lady admiring the beauty of her stupid son .
“Empty minded .” She thought .
We always discover the real personality of the person through his words.
They reveal to us what kind of a person he or she is .
Even our tongues wear a mask, we do our best to choose adorned
speech , but slips of tongue show the reverse . Sometimes you wish if
they shut their mouths .
She retired to her own room , she threw herself on bed and start thinking
of what had happened today .
The words are still ringing in her ears : ‘ You are beautiful and you got
more chances to marry a handsome guy.”
What does it really mean ?
Is external beauty important?
What about the soul , it’s stronger and more remaining . You feel it with
all your senses .
She is still asking herself the question : “ Whose fault is it ?”
Is it her fault of not accepting to marry anyone and fiddle with the
traditions of society ?
Or is it society’s fault , it should be blamed for neglecting peoples feelings ?
She feels almost lost among the voice of her soul and the demands of society.
She can’t imagine herself living with a silly stupid man , who knows
nothing about life . A man who admires her external beauty and kills the
beauty of her soul .
She laid the book aside as she felt pain in her heart . She had a lot of
things to say . She grabbed her pen and her note and started writing
whatever her heart inspires .
We can express our joy through a smile or a laugh , but we can’t express
our wretchedness and grief through a frown .
The only thing we can do is recording our feelings on papers and try to
forget what had happened .
We lock them in drawers as we believe that no one will feel them in such
a materialistic world.
Taking off fake masks and telling the truth makes you an odd person in
such a world. We live as we are in a masked ball . We live in illusions as
we love our naivety , how silly we are .
She gathered her papers and locked them in a drawer waiting for some
one to open a buried feelings .
