Once upon a time, stories were never meant to be heard. They were kept inside the person an tucked away in the darkness of a pained heart. That was the time, long ago, when a stab in that heart was never seen and the blood that gushes from it was never replaced.
One day, a Conscious Mind came and pulled out the heart and laid it in front of the eyes of the viewer - that was when every wound and scar was revealed, mapped out on the aged arteries and burst veins. It was painful to look at but it did not seem like that there could be anything to be done to fix them. So, the heart was folded up messily and put back into the chest of its owner to keep working as much as it could. Eventually, the heart gave up but Conscious Mind was not there anymore to show everyone the damage done. He had gone too far away for anyone to reach and so the heart was left to beat limply, occasionally gasping for some acknowledgement of its pain
It came to a point that Someone Else had to call Conscious Mind to return and help. And so he did, and Conscious Mind returned. He returned with a flag pole and this time, unwrapped the heart gingerly and put it on the pole and waved it around in the air like a flag of surrender. It worked and people came to nurse the grazes and stitch back the cuts.
Months went buy and recovery was the only thing left but in time. The heart now pumped fresh blood through the veins and arteries, replenishing the deprived cells and re-energising the dead body. However, the heart knew that those stitches will open up again and the grazes will reappear and that there will be more stabs. It knew that there will be pain, probably more than before - the heart knew that there will be no happy ever after.
1991 - 2008
2010 - we will have to wait and see
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