The lights lit the room up as he entered,
Placed his backpack at his desk,
With a thud, he let his body collapse on the chair,
Just like a dead body during a free fall,
His eyes narrated a story,
A song unsung,
A story that I would never forget,
He looked into my eyes and expected an answer,
An answer that I was afraid to give,
Being a Journalist, this was a tough situation for Me,
He was stone-faced, zero expressions,
He made it quite obvious why people got scared so easily by seeing him,
The same stub-born look that would scare a cold-blooded murderer,
He had many stories to tell,
But he preferred to weigh his words before he delivered them,
He was a mysteriously strange person,
One who cannot be categorized into good or bad,
He was difficult, rather unique,
The way his eyes spoke throughout my interview,
There was an eerie-silence when he left the cabin,
A silence that I would never forget, I felt void for the first time,
And as I do this journal entry, I am still searching for a clue in that silence of his,
Maybe he just taught me how different and unimaginable Life is.
We all have been at the place of journalist some time in our life, we do meet mysterious people, and it’s quite logical, everyone got their second life, the first life is what they show to people and the second life is what they limit up to themselves, there are times when we slip into the second life unknowingly, not realizing the toll that it takes on us. We, humans, do give up and break down both emotionally and physically at some point of time in our lives.
It’s quite obvious and understandable because we bear emotions, something which flows through us according to the situations we face. It’s not quite easy to put a straight face when you’re in a messed up situation, and one who is able to keep the same straight face during such situations is quite messed up on an emotional level and we fail to understand that. We fail to understand that if we put pressure on a deflated tyre, there’s nothing that would deflate it to a greater extent, it would just tear apart like the soul of a person who is already under immense pressure.
So, what’s the alternative to this problem faced by people suffering from Autism?
The answer lies within us, be ‘More Human’ towards people, they aren’t machines, because if they were they won’t be born, rather they would be manufactured.