A Day, An Eternity

Most of us turn to a higher force for solace, for a patient ear, for a solution. Here’s a look at the receiving end of our prayers and whining!

One of the top 5 entries for October’s Muse of the Month writing theme, with the cue “There’s only one thing more boring than listening to other people’s dreams, and that’s listening to their problems.” taken from Sue Townsend’s The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 3/4.

My day begins as usual: first, a special bath. Then, beautification of the body or sringar; wearing a new silk saree, putting on jewellery, flowers in the hair, applying sindoor, ittar  and whatnot. And then comes the waiting.

Some of them aspire for something, some of them want to escape. In an ideal world – all are equal, but not here. The person who spends more money gets more time and attention. For the  first few in line, I am more heedful, I try to be sympathetic. After a while, it becomes routine, and I start doing everything mechanically.

There’s only one thing more boring than listening to other people’s dreams, and that’s listening to their problems.

I used to love flowers, but now their fragrance is nauseating. I have lost the lust for new sarees. I hate jewels! All I want is some “me-time”. Some peace, some space. I want to be alone and free. But I cannot run away. I am deeply rooted here, rooted for eternity.

It is always a long day. I don’t even feel hungry; all I need is a good night’s sleep without nightmares. Dreams have long deserted me. You know what my dreams were? I used to dream about a day without the elaborate bath, about an old cotton saree. In my dreams, I used to sulk away from the world, I used to sleep surrounded by non-lit lamps.  But soon, I realized that I am here to fulfil others’ dreams and desires. I am here to solve their problems, so I cannot have mine. I have turned into stone now.

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I wait for closing hour. After the door closes, I see people counting money. The sound of coins and the smell of notes thrills them. An ugly feeling runs through me by the sight. I feel hatred towards myself and my entire world.

I don’t remember how many days have passed since I have been here. I don’t want to recall. Every day passes like a yuga (era). You see so much in a day.

Please don’t judge me, for I judge no one. It is not easy to be a popular deity in a town.

Pic credit: Image of the eyes of a deity via Shutterstock.

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