She always said that she doesn’t knows her origin…that she doesn’t belongs here, and that the universe has made a mistake about her that it’s constantly trying to fix, by finding her “right place”. It didn’t made any sense to me, until I found what she was…a vokruya! According to “The Book of Unspoken Creatures” that she gave me to understand her better, vokruyas are the souls who were somehow misplaced from their time-reality, and cannot find their way back. So they create an imbalance in the universe, by being at a place they weren’t supposed to be. And the cosmic energy is constantly trying to fix this error, by jumping them from one time-reality to another, and then another, and another. But because there are so many words with almost-infinite time-realities, it is said that no vokruya has ever made it back to where they originally belonged, and they constantly keep getting switched. This also comes with a cost…as if it wasn’t bad enough already! Everytime they’re switched, they leave a part of them behind at the place they were. So at every instance, they lose a bit of themselves. Gradually, they will lose it all, and forget who they are, what is their purpose. They wander here and there endlessly, but never find peace, or a place they can call home. And the people who knew them, became their friend, or fell in love with them; they’ll be left only with a very faded memory of ever knowing them. So maybe if you have a feeling that you’re missing someone deeply whom you knew but can’t recall their face or even their name, they might actually be a vokruya, struggling in another world…looking for their world, trying to find peace, maybe trying to find their way back to you!
I wrote this last year, but never got to finish. Well, actually I kept getting switched! Been constantly trying to find my way back ^^ So while I’m still here, there are few more things that I started writing but never got to complete…might do soon. Cuz this is who I am too! ^^
“Vokruya” was a temporary word I was going to change later, but decided to just stick with it. Also, I really like the name “The Book of Unspoken Creatures!” ☺
She’s been selling oranges at a train station for as long as she can remember. Ever since she was born, the station is where she has spent her life. Together with her father, they live in a small hut nearby. Every morning, they wake up early and leave for the farm; where they pluck some oranges and return home. Her father then makes breakfast for them, and leaves for his work at a construction site. While she arranges all the oranges in her basket, and walks around the station from morning to night, asking the passersby if anyone would like to buy them.
This has been here daily routine for the past 12 years. It might look like ordinary, but it’s not easy to make a sale. Despite her best efforts, majority of the people just turn her offer down; while others, bargain to no end. But she has to sell them all by the end of the day anyhow, because tomorrow they won’t be fresh anymore, and then no one would buy them. When someone did buy from her, her face lights up, and she makes sure to wish them all the best and for them to have a happy journey; and then with a smile on her face, she goes on to sell more the remaining oranges in her basket. This is how she helps her father. Together, they both make a living.
Throughout her life, she has made many friends at the station. Some of them also sell things there. Items like clothes, caps, balloons, small toys; while some, just come there to play together. This is the most important and fulling times of their day. The only moment they look forward to, when falling asleep at the nights. What they get in return for selling items; the rectangular piece of paper with a number on it, is meaningless to them. They just give it to their parents. What they really want is to have some of the items they sell, for themselves! But even though they carry plenty of them, they cannot have any. Sometimes they too wonder why. After all, they are just kids themselves…learning the ways of this world. But they don’t question it anymore, they are used to this lifestyle now; and are content with it. No more do they envy the rich kids with all their expensive toys. They are happy running on the green grass, playing in the mud, on the swings, freely running around everywhere. Their innocent mind, is the true reason for their happiness…which makes them the actual rich ones; richer of life, richer in peace!
Her wings, the manifestations of her inner self, are the longest ones he has ever seen. The feathers exhibit countless shades of multiple colors, representing her vibrant & joyful nature. At the core, where they both meet the back of her chest, they are angelic white…bright and soft; symbolizing the purity that resides in her heart. It is the very reason for the smile that’s always on her lips, when she’s wondering about how things in this world are.
But at the edges, they’re a bit on the darker shade…very stiff, and sharp enough to pierce someone to death. You can be sure, they’re going to hurt slowly and painfully, as you try to make your way through them. But the bleeding is going to be worth it, cause she’s going to soak all your blood in.
It was dawn, right after it’s been raining all night. The sky was orange. Everyone seemed to be enjoying a nice morning walk, with a refreshing cool breeze.
A person walking his dog, noticed two kids standing by the roadside. A little boy and his sister; roughly 7 years in age, with their faces up, seemingly towards the sky. They were staring at something situated far away. He observed them both for a while, and then asked, “Hello kids! What are you looking at with such curiosity?” They answered, “Look at that building!! It’s huge! So many people can live inside it.” He glanced in that direction, and replied “Yes, it indeed is gigantic. Have you ever been in one before?”
“No we haven’t. We are from a very poor family. We live in a small tent. It’d be very stupid for us to even dream of visiting such nice places.”
“I see. Yes, not everyone gets to live in big houses. But it’s ok. Don’t let it put you down. We are all gifted with something unique in our own way, that no one else in this world has. So it always balances out.”
“What do you mean mister? We got no such thing. Our friends say our life is like this because we are bad kids and God is punishing us.”
“Oh no, don’t think things like that. It’s not true. You probably received your gift already, you just don’t realize it yet, because you are still growing up and learning about life.”
“We have it already? Let us think…we don’t own a lot of things so it shouldn’t be hard to find.”
The siblings pondered for a while, trying to decide what this unique thing could be.
A moment passed. Their eyes shifted towards the dogs when he started barking at them and running around in circles. The girl patted him and said “You have such a cute dog. His fur is so soft and warm, it reminds me of my…”, after a brief pause, her eyes lit up. “Hey big brother, could this unique thing be my teddy bear I hold every night to sleep, which I found in trash and thought it’s of no use because he didn’t have any eyes and was blind. But then you stitched him new eyes and now he can see again!”
“No little sis. It was no big deal. If anything, it has to be that plastic car I found lying on road, that someone threw because its rear wheels weren’t working. But we fixed it the same night within hours and now it moves again. I’m sure it’s that.”
“How is that car any unique? People have real cars like that, in which they sit and travel to places!”
His sight fell on the ground. “You’re right. Mine is just a small toy car. It’s nothing compared to real ones.”
Suddenly it started raining again, as if the sky was crying listening to their conversation. Or maybe it was just resonating what the person was feeling inside, talking with these kids. The three of them took shelter under a tree nearby, while the dog continued to run around in circles, with even more energy than before.
“Why is your dog not coming in? He’ll get wet.”, said the girl.
“It’s ok. He likes to feel the raindrops on his skin. It makes him very happy.”
“Oh ok. Hey mister, I think I figured it out!”, she said, “It’d be the dress our parents got for my birthday. Everyone said I was looking very pretty in that.”
“Yes sis, that could be it. It seems unique too because I have not seen anyone else wearing anything like it.”
“Could be. What do you both like to do, when your parents tell you to play somewhere else and not disturb them?”
“My brother draws things. He is very good at it. And I help him by giving him ideas & suggesting him which colors to use. But his drawings don’t move or fly; they’re just on paper so they’re of little to no value.”
He laughed at their innocence, and then answered, “Your teddy bear, the car, and the dress, they sure are all very valuable, since it gives you happiness. But you see, you both are thinking only about materialistic things, and most often than not, this unique special thing is not any physical object but something that you cannot see or touch…only feel.”
“How can something we cannot see, be of any value? If we cannot see it, it doesn’t exist!”
“Haha! That’s not always the case. You know, many of the people living in that giant building, they live a very hectic life. They wake up every morning, rush to work early, come home late; exhausted, barely eat dinner and fall asleep…just to wake up and do the same thing again. It’s not a very enjoyable life!”
“But they have money, and can buy anything they want. We can’t do that!”
“They can. But even after buying all those things, they can’t enjoy them. Because they have no time to cherish them. So what good are they? You, on the other hand, may not have all the things they do, but at least you can enjoy what you got.”
“Tell me something. Is your teddy bear that important to you, or is it that fact that your brother put efforts to stich eyes on him that helped him see again? Your toy car, it wouldn’t be as valuable as it is now, if it wasn’t for the thrill and memories of you and your sister staying up at night and fixing it together. Remember the clothes your parents got for you on your birthday? Now remember what they wore on that day…probably their routine ones. Not as good as yours, right? They put great deal of efforts and make lots of sacrifices for you. It’s all these bonds that are important, that makes you happy…no object or amount of money in this world is equivalent to this.”
The kids looked at each-other for a while, and said “You’re right mister. But look at all those people. They always buy new things for themselves and their kids. That’d make them so much happier.”
“I’m sure it does. But that happiness doesn’t last very long. Most of them are never content, and always want more. So their happiness fades away quickly. Remember, no one in this world gets to have everything. This is how it works. You may not have all the things they have, but they also don’t have all the things you have.”
“How can you say that? We don’t have anything that they don’t have! And they have everything that we don’t.”
“Oh you couldn’t be farther from the truth! Your brother, he has a talent for drawing. Not everyone has that. And he has you, his little sister, who has a gift of coming up with new ideas, without which he won’t have anything to draw in the first place. And that is not all. You are overlooking many things. You see, you both have eyes, with which you can admire the beauty of nature. You both can talk, hear voices and music that can speak to your heart. You can walk freely, run around and play games. You have each-other, and your parents that love you a lot. There’s so much you got. Not everyone has these, and no matter how much money someone has, these things cannot be bought.”
“How do you know so much about their life, mister? Did you ever got to go inside one of these?”
“Yes. I used to live in a building as big as this one, many years ago. Until I realized I am not enjoying that lifestyle anymore. So I left and now I live at the country side, near a forest, where I can see animals gazing grass and hear birds chirping every morning. I come to city every month to see how my friends here are doing.”
It stopped raining.
“Look the weather is clearing up. You should go now. Your parents would be worried about you.”
“Always remember what I said. And hold on to the gifts you have. What can be seen, may perish. But that, which you cannot see, will always be there with you. Those are the things, that makes you rich.”
They walked in opposite directions. The dog turned around and barked at them. The sun started shining brightly, again.
Next day, the kids woke up, with their parents packing their clothes and toys. They asked, “What’s happening mother. Are we moving to a new tent again?” Her mother looked in their eyes for a minute, and answered, “No children. We don’t have to live in a tent anymore. Some kind person gave us a nice place to live. So we’ll be living there from now on.” “Oh! Really? Please let us carry our own bags and toys, we are big kids now!” “There’s no need for that. The person also arranged us a ride.” They packed their belongings and waited for the decided time. Soon their ride came. It was a car, the one on which the boy’s toy car was modelled after, albeit a different color. The girl screamed with happiness, “Brother look! It’s the same car as yours. Now you’ll finally get to sit in it”. Soon after, they could see the same building they were looking at a day before. Their heart jumped with excitement. They asked “Father, are we going to live in this building?” “No children, our destination is a little farther from here.” he answered, as they crossed the building. On their arrival, they saw a cottage surrounded with plants and trees.
When they entered, a dog came barking towards them. The girl recognized him from yesterday. She started patting him, when she noticed a note tied around his neck. It read, “Hello kids! I know you’d have liked to live in that building instead, but I have this place I’d rather like you all to live in instead. It’s very similar to mine. You’ll like it here. Next time when I come around, let’s play with your teddy bear and your car together.”
Hi, I’m Teek. I started writing this short-story many months ago, but never got to finish it, until now. A few things in this book might seem random and out of the place to you. But they all poses some value to it, in their own way. Also, the carefree language I use and my dialect varies a lot. It’s a combination of what I’ve absorbed from all the people I meet, all the books I read, and the characters I befriended in them.
I’d like to mention few subtle things in this story, that are easy to miss, but carry some meaning or reason behind them –
The little girl speaks with a broken grammar and in a single-breath, because that’s a thing I adore most about little kids. Their innocence & honesty is what makes them so much lovable.
The dog likes feeling the raindrops on his skin, is something I experience myself. It helps me forget all the sadness in the world and connect with nature. Also, I always wanted to have a dog.
The person despises the lifestyle of the people living in the building, because my own schedule is very similar to those. But I’m trying to break free and cherish the little things, that can easily be forgotten. I’m also sneaking out some time and trying out many other things in life, one of them being writing these books.
When the kids were going back to their parents, the sun started shining “again”, even though it’s the first ray of that day. It refers to the kids feeling happy again, after realizing that they have so much in life to cherish and be grateful for…specially the things that rich people cannot buy with their money.
In the epilogue, the car sent to pickup the family is of a different color than the boy’s toy car. It denotes that you don’t always get things in life exactly as you would have wished them to be, but you can still find happiness in what you get, if you have a positive outlook.
In the epilogue, the person didn’t turn out to be a rich billionaire and owner of that building, offering them to live in it. It would be all too cliché. But this is something I am still learning myself, the hard way. It denotes that you cannot help the poor people or animals exactly the way you would want to, or solve the world problems in an instant, making their lives very happy and erase all their pain. But, you can still contribute a little every now and then, in ways possible for you. And maybe that “little” help from your side could mean a lot for them. You cannot change the world, but maybe you can try to change someone’s world.
3 AM every night, she opens her eyes and goes for a walk, roaming on the streets under the bright light of the crescent moon. Until the dawn, she walks; waiting for the first ray of the sun to light up the skies. Her shoulder-length hair with some bangs on the side, waves elegantly as the cold breeze blows. Throughout the night, she can feel many eyes staring at her, through the glass windows of the buildings around. Her aura attracts them all. She smiles at each and every one of them, knowing full well that they’ll only run away and hide from her. But she never gets angry or hurts even a single soul. After all, if she did, then there will be more like her…eternally wandering; and less people around, to put flowers on her grave…which is all she wants from them. It’s the only thing that made her happy…when she was alive, and when she is dead.
Like everyday, they both were going to meet today. But today was special. They were not going to have lunch in a crowded restaurant, or walk hand-in-hand in a garden. Instead, for some reason, she insisted on meeting him at a deserted place. The boy agreed to this at once. It seemed they both had their own intentions, and were eagerly looking forward to seeing each-other. He bought her some flowers, and arrived a few minutes earlier than the decided time. He was quick to feel the negative aura around this place. Just being there was affecting him. But it all disappeared very soon, when he heard her voice calling his name. She was finally here. He asked her why did she chose such a place for their rendezvous, to which she smile and said “Because today is the day, honey!”. He didn’t understood, day for what? She held his tie and pulled him close. She told him that this is her special place, and she only brings those people here that have grown very close to her. She pulled him even closer and they started a soft kiss, that grew intense with moment. She said, “You love me so much! Tell me, would you want our souls to stay together forever?”, He answered, “Yes of course, till eternity!”. That’s when she suddenly had a grin on her face. This was the moment she was waiting for. His eyes were closed, she had his approval. It was time to use the dagger which she had been hiding all along. His soul was her next prey, and she was about to take it with her. And just like that, she pierced his heart in the blink of an eye. The kissing stopped, there was only a loud laughter now. The boy’s eyes opened wide as he looked down at his chest. She told him how much she has been looking forward to this day, and that he was only one of the victims she brings to this special place of hers. She continued to laugh, until he started laughing along. She was surprised, and asked “Why are you laughing? Aren’t you in pain? And why don’t you die faster?” And then she realized, there was no blood pouring from his chest. The knife was just there. This isn’t how it went with her other victims. He was supposed to cry in agony and fall to his knees. Did she not pierce with enough force? Did her dagger-skills got rusty? She was still processing what was happening, when he cackled softly, looking up at sky. He pulled the dagger out and played with it on his fingers like it was a child’s toy, while smiling at the sharpness of its edges. His wounds started to heal by themselves, leaving the torn piece of his shirt as the only proof of what she did, with no scar left on his chest at all. “Sweetheart!” he said, “Countless creatures have tried to kill me in these past centuries…creatures with powers, whose existence you only can dream of. Yet I prevailed. What harm do you think a mere mortal and their pathetic weapons can inflict on me!” As he spoke, his fingers grew black, pointy and longer; his eyes grew wider and thinner, with a reddish-black shade in them. His body started to absorb all the light that surrounded him. She started walking backwards, but he wasn’t letting her go. As she took some steps back, he started moving towards her. But this time, he didn’t walk like he always did to reach her. Today, he was floating a good few inches above the ground, with his eyes staring at hers. He said “I didn’t plan on devouring your soul so soon, we were having a really good time. But since you’ve shown so much enthusiasm yourself, I shall grant you want you wanted.” And just like she pierced his heart with a dagger, he pierced hers with the sharp fingers of his right hand, while the other one went through her throat. This time, there indeed was blood. Her body dropped dead as he extracted her soul from it, which he absorbed to join hundreds of others that he has devoured over the time. With that he flew up in the sky, laughing at how her special killing spot became the last place she’d visit herself. Their souls stayed together after all, till eternity!
Forgot to mention what became of the flowers. He was going to give them to her when he would ask her for a dance…yes there was going to be a dance before the kiss, over a soothing piano music that the guy would play in his car (which he was gonna drive to the place). But I decided to scrap this all. So I guess he did gave the flowers to her when she arrived, and in the end he just soaked all the colors from them, turning them brown; before the cold breeze blew them away. But they did smell really nice! ☺️