‘IMAGES AND REALITY’
“She had strained so many figures on the wall. They seemed to be of the outwardly world who wished to traffic her. But what were they? Images danced on the walls of the room as well as her eyes. And you know how they moved? Wait a minute. Did I just say that that it was amazing? It is so impractical.”
She was somewhere lost in the room. The room was painted with strange pictures, with people from respective thresholds staring wide at her. Was she a convict, a victim or a criminal? She tried making her way out, but every time she tried breaking in through the door, she would bang into it and realize that it was a mere painting on the barrier wall. It was more like a mystery to her, where she could find neither solutions nor any hints. It was more like she had been made to inhale chloroform and then jammed. She felt suffocated, choked, as if somebody was not letting her take in air or was pressing her throat to death. They were the same figures jumping from wall to wall. They had no fear of being dead. They wanted to go on to eternity and become eternal beings, like immortals, and they would have only if that one person wouldn’t have interrupted them fabricated to the walls. Yet the situations didn’t really want things to change their way t reach out the solutions or probably they didn’t want to accept the realms of reality, like her.