Life is a complicated puzzle in the hands of a kid. He neither knows to play, nor wills to throw it away. Yet the kid stares at the puzzle, admiring the tiniest parts of the maze, trying to find a way through it. I used to say that Everything happens for a reason until that incident incised my heart.
Have you ever caught a butterfly alive and chopped its flap off and smiled at it..? They did it with a wicked smile. She's a girl of 18 who was brought up with great care and burdened with responsibilities. Her life was no different from the others except for that cute smile. Every morning She travels by a shuttle which never reaches our institute on time. When she enters the class with a sigh, she'd look like a drenched butterfly..When the other students slept coz of the boring lectures she slept coz of her tiresome travel. Yet she was the topper of the class which puzzled us a lot.
I was a bit jealous on her. Not a bit, but a little more. Not for the academics, which I never bothered but for her friends count. Though She had a great charm, it was her trait which encompassed people around her. Ugh.. I too occasionally fell for her smile, which I had never revealed her. She isn't a butterfly which feeds on the nectar from flowers, she's the one who adds flavour to everyone's lives. With her smile she'd even wipe the cold tears of the cloud and spread shine everywhere. Flawless, beautiful, Charming, mesmerizing, astonishing, adorable, compassionate Smile..!
Perceive that you are a kid, and someone gives you a candy which you love the most.Imagine the happiness when you crush the wrapper of the candy and you are about to taste chocolate.But suddenly someone snatches that candy and throws it off. Your glee will be traversed to gloom. And that day, when the shuttle she travelled met with a fatal accident those several adverbs of Smile vanished. I myself didn't know how to react at this, since then I became insane and inhumane. A little later, we came to know that she was hospitalized and her parents were short of money for her treatment. The ethnologies of humanism which I had mummified a long back started to bloom as a drop of tear trickled from the corner of my eyes when I saw her shattered smile.
"Money is ultimate" an anonymous quote stood in front of us in the shape of a medic. We somehow managed to pay 5.5 lakhs for her treatment. But those 5.5 litres of blood didn't retain in her body as the doctors promised.As soon as we paid the bill, the medics with a fake sympathy confessed that she's no more. Whom should I blame..? Myself..? You..? Those medics..? Or that dead soul..? It's been a week since her death. I've come back to my business; my routine; my usual affairs. Am I really humane or do I just pretend..?!