The Park – Part III


The story until now…

She was sitting in the park unhappy and tearful, blaming him for not understanding her plight. He understood that he had to provide her with some answers…
The first two responses she received left her stunned, yet contemplative. Surely, this was not the way she was expecting her question to be answered. But they are answers nevertheless, and she must find the meaning. Soon…


(contd. from The Park – Part 2)

They kept walking until they reached the Fountain. People of various ages were sitting with their feet immersed in the clear, cold, blue water of the pool beside the fountain. He turned to her and asked.

“What do you hear?”

She replied hesitantly, “I hear the sound of gushing water. The most beautiful music that He could ever create.”

He smiled and turned to look at the people. Without looking at her, he asked again, “No really, what do you hear?”

The sounds of the world diminished to nothing and a new babble of voices broke out, rising in its pitch slowly until she could take it no more. She clamped her hands over her ears to stop the sound from blowing her eardrums. He laughed at this and said, “You can take your hands off now. It’s okay.”

She cautiously removed her hands and was relieved to find that the voices had died down to a murmur. “Now tell me what you hear,” he asked again.

She strained her ears to make sense out of the large plethora of voices that was the crowd. She shut her eyes tight hoping against hope that it would help somehow. And slowly the voices began to make sense.

‘I wish I could enjoy this peace everyday…’

‘I wish he would understand…’

‘I love my husband.’

‘I love her husband.’

‘My baby…’

‘Why can’t work ever be so relaxing?’

‘Man, she looks amazing!!’

‘What does she think of herself?’

‘Why did you have to leave me?’

‘How long is this pain going to last? I wish it would be over once and for all…’

This last statement particularly caught her attention and she started to search for its owner. She scanned the faces in the crowd hoping to find a clue.

She found a face contorted with pain and immediately moved towards him. As she drew closer she could hear him swearing. No, it wasn’t him. She looked around again. Every time she thought she had found the source of the pain, she realized that it was someone else.

She finally gave up and returned to him looking defeated. He asked her, “Would you like to see the person who said those words?”

She was surprised he could do that. But then again she knew he would do that. She meekly nodded in the affirmative. He began to walk and she followed.

He stopped in front of a clown. The clown had gathered a crowd and was entertaining it. Sure enough, she had overlooked this portion of the crowd. After all, there was no pain here, only joy. But as they drew nearer to the crowd she heard the voice grow stronger. She frantically scanned the faces in the crowd. That was when she felt a tap on her shoulder. He pointed a finger to indicate the direction of the source of the voice.

She followed his finger and her eyes came to rest on the one person she had never imagined to be the source – the clown himself. She stood with her mouth agape not wanting to believe, yet the evidence forcing her to do exactly that.

“He was diagnosed with a fatal disease last week. The doctors have given him a month. And he’s decided to make the most of it.”

With that, he walked away, leaving her to contemplate. She stared at the clown, wondering whether he could see her. He remained blissfully unaware of her presence and continued to entertain the crowd. She walked back silently to where he was standing. And they moved on.

(To be continued…)

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9 Responses to The Park – Part III

  1. navneet says:

    telepathic communication, i had not thought of this…but i couldn’t get the point, is it about wearing many faces? or about feelings that never escape the mind?
    please enlighten me ;p

  2. radhika says:

    sometimes i sense u in the story..dunno know y?

  3. Born Stinger says:

    @NV:
    It is neither about wearing many faces nor about feeling that escape the mind.
    It is about the mask, which, if we all wore, would make the world a better place.

    @Radhika:
    You’ll soon know why… 🙂

  4. preetika says:

    you know? I agree with radhika here… this aint all make believe. there’s alot of experience talking here.

    And i see what your talking about.. It’s what I try to do too.. When I’m hurting the most, you’ll find me making people laugh 😦

    Crazy, eh? (again 🙂 )

    I wish i could use some better words that would be enough to pay credit to the way you write!!

  5. simple thoughts says:

    beautifully written. and for some reason i just cannot pinpoint, it’s all vaguely fimiliar…

    note: wearing masks to make the world brighter is a grt concept; only, if one doesn’t try to escape the real conditions inside. that’s my perspective ofcourse..

  6. signed out says:

    i will let you finish the story before i say something as stupid as i usually do.

  7. navneet says:

    but doesn’t that dilute the human emotion.by wearing a mask that may not be true to oneself nevertheless for a greater good??

    of late i’ve been making usless observations..so feel free to rubbish them.

  8. signed out says:

    If you have people around you who can understand the pain you are going through, there is no need to wear masks. if it is the same people who cannot see you in pain, there comes the mask into play. i dont think death is a cause of pain, but the pain comes from the fact that people around us are going to feel our absence and our inability to comfort them.

  9. Born Stinger says:

    @NV:
    Your observations are not rubbish. They are is slightly out-of-context, that’s all.

    @Signed Out:
    Uhh… Wow!!
    You said it better than I ever could. Sometimes it is better to let the other speak out your thoughts… He may have a better way of putting them…
    And if that was your one of your ‘stupid’ statements I can’t wait for the intelligent ones. No sarcasm there. :)–>

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