Locked Up in My Heart

I was alone at home. It was raining heavily outside and the scenario was beautiful, yes, the prospect of the Scotch mist was alleviating as it was the first downpour of the year after about a month of desiccated summer. The twittering of the birds, the cries of various animals, the swaying movements of the leaves and the branches of the sturdy trees and the tender plants, along with the croaking of the frogs exemplified the glee of the delightful ‘naturaleza’. As I stood at the window that opened into my garden observing every element of nature and comparing my state of mind to that of the environment surrounding me, I could feel the warmth of my tears as they rolled down my cheeks. This warmth was surely due to a deep feeling locked up safely in my heart. The pouring drops of rain washed the dust off the green leaves of the flora, giving them a new look, the best one for the starting of their life afresh. The transformation, as nature stepped into a new life, was clearly perceptible. But I, due to my inability to cope up with the speed with which the world around was renovating itself, stayed where I was before as my heart was holding on to something, something undiscovered by the rest of the world. Thus, I lay in the hot summer of my life. Neither could I feel myself moving ahead nor could I dream up to do so. My body was bearing the extreme heat of the summer, whereas, my mind was suffering in the extremely chilly winter. This unusual life was gifted to me by my only friend, my childhood friend, my love and my everything, a person named…how funny! I don’t even know his name but I know the name that I had gifted him “Tarzan”. Yes, Tarzan, this was the name I gave him to tease him and to force him to think his activities to be that of a forester. I met him in my previous home, an orphanage, at the age of about five. Before his arrival in my life, I was a girl of a tranquil nature; neither did I have any aim in life like others nor did I