“The Wise One” by: Poonam

She never talked much. For whenever She spoke, her voice was ignored & her words got lost in the air among the humdrum & noise of the city.

Therefore, She went quiet, waiting for the people to get ready to understand the magic that She wanted to impart. But, to her dismay they were too preoccupied to pay any heed.

Tired of waiting, She switched to writing. She realised that paper never insulted her speech & patiently bear the marks of ink as She carved beautiful words out of her beautiful thoughts.

Gradually, few readers took notice of the rustling of the pages & scratching of the pen. Out of curiosity, they began to read her articulate chirography. They were enchanted by her work & wondered how She could have such esoteric wisdom & describe it so openly ! They didn’t have the courage to appreciate & began to admire her in their heart of heart. Others couldn’t decipher her musings. Yet, few others got envious of her power & began to whisper, “We never saw her utter any word about this & now She is writing it. How can She do it ?!

The breeze carried these rumours to her. This time also, She could not speak, but there was a smile on her lips, tears in her eyes & a shrill pain in her heart. She apprehended, “They are still not ready !” Eventually, She wiped her eyes & continued to scribble. Now, She was not writing for them but for herself ! ~Poonam