A Paper

Hours never seemed so long to me as they did today. By idly staring at all the suffering bodies around me and listening to their groans and moans, I felt more depressed than ever. That intoxicating ambiance rendered a sense of grief to my core. Amidst the monotony of those white and green walls, which possesses the power to suppress all the commotions of a creative mind, a blank sheet of paper endeavoured to keep up the spirit of life both in my mind and soul. But, what is so special about a blank paper? Can everybody see it in the way I do? How does a glance over it stir all the passions in my blood? Whenever someone asks me about my true love, 'paper' is the word that I find floating over my tongue rather than a 'beau'. Well, paper is not merely a word. It is the holiest spirit, and every time when I’m alone, I vision it as my soulmate. A partner who would always be there for me with no prejudices. A partner who would shower attention on me and even on my trivial thoughts. But, whom would the paper choose between the ink, which validates its existence, and the creative mind, which sticks to it like its better half? My logical self keeps wondering about the correct possible choice, but my heart clearly knows the truth and so it is celebrating its victory. A thought still gives me goosebumps that how, in times of distress, just a sight of a blank paper acts as a calming potion in my body! People, in this world out there, assume that a person without a human friend is too lonely. But, I want them to cut down all of their assumptions first, and now that there is a clear ground, I would like to sow my seeds of opinions. Dear folks, I do agree that everyone needs a friend. But, why is it supposed to be found only in a human body? Why not a plant, a pet, or a paper? I also have a friend. I also get to hear a few lovely questions. "How are you feeling now? How was the day? Is anything troubling you? Do you want to share something? What has brought that smile on your face? Are you hiding something from me?" You’d never know how much my best friend cares for me until you step into my shoes. Yes, you’d never know how a paper is my best friend until you walk on my way!

Amrit Versha