09 6 / 2013
It was October, and they just issued our library cards. The singularity of my shadow reminded me that the enthusiasm felt about the library wasn’t very common.Young Adult wasn’t among the book categories.
The librarian was a slim woman with a slightly dark skin tone; her sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and she was busy talking on the phone, in a language I did not comprehend. I tried to smile and made my way to the letter D. I recalled my earlier days in school, I came here for the Hardy Boys, and now I came for Great Expectations.
I stood there waiting for someone to let me borrow the book. After a few minutes, the aforementioned librarian reluctantly brushed her way to the desk.
"Child," she said in a tired voice, "are you supposed to borrow a book today?"
"Oh yes. It’s Monday…and I’m in tenth grade."
"Are you sure it wasn’t yesterday or something?"
I watched her slide open a couple of drawers, and put away some magazines with lots of faces on the covers. She daintily stamped the sheet of paper stapled to the book cover, inside. The fresh ink said 21/3/2011, the due date. The last time this book was borrowed was in 1999.
"Ever read this book, Miss?"
"Is there anything wrong, child?"
"No, Miss. I was just asking if you read this book, before, I just…"
"Oh," she looked at me for the first time, "I, no, I don’t read fiction. I’m…a sort of Biologist."
"Oh really, Miss? How nice."
"Yes," she was closing the drawer and heading back to her former place. "I was almost done with some research work when I came here."
"If you don’t mind-"
"Behavioral aspects of fruit flies. I forgot some of it, actually."
I noticed how her voice wasn’t very tired anymore, behind her spectacles I almost saw a diminished image of the days before her work here.
"Fruit flies have an average lifespan of a little over a month. I’m sure they’re mentioned in your textbook somewhere. Is it not? Genetics…imagine living for a month," the bell rang, "go to your class, child." she smiled back.
I imagined living for a month. Fruit flies lay a lot of eggs before they die, I was sure. But I imagined living for a month minus the eggs part. I thought about being fully aware and conscious for life, a month. Or would the learning process be accelerated? I thought about how I’d probably still read books. I thought about how I’d probably still look at the ceiling, the crisscross patterns on my skin, faces of people with aspirations diminished on the surface of their spectacles.
20 4 / 2012
If I were the daughter of a carpenter, perhaps reading a book would’ve been more entrancing. Things always taste relishingly good when worked hard for, they say. Maybe I’d make the best of choices because my budget is limited. Maybe I’d make my own shelf and my books would be proud. I would be more inspired and teaching myself things would be more often.
“Father, please,” I would say, “help me build a tree house.”
Maybe I’d grow up to value time as required, maybe birds that would have been trapped among the branches appreciate my feeble hands, more than humans ever will. My elbows would be cut and bruised more intensly than how narrow my chest feels now. Instead of swaying my fingers fruitlessly when in darkness, I’d sway my whole body in the moonlight. I thank God for whatever He provides. But maybe I would almost die because of a falling roof, instead of almost dying because of a starving soul.
11 4 / 2012
I shall unleash my thoughts and splash them on paper, activated somewhat, for they can never be in life acted out, and imagining them requires a certain skill I think I posess.
12 12 / 2011
Life isn’t fair, as Bill Gates said. It really isn’t. Some people suffer for the pleasure of others and no one seems to mind. Some people are more loved when they mostly radiate hatred, while others who show love and compassion are completely ignored. Some people don’t swear and they are regarded as cowardly goody-two-shoes. Some people put in their uttermost effort to keep someone happy and they don’t appreciate it. Some people have excess wealth and spend their money extravagantly on things they don’t want. Some wives do their jobs sincerely but their husbands treat them like crap just because they just keep quiet. Some people are opressed and they have nothing to do about it. Some people are ignorants and people discourage them by making a mockery of them. Some people are liars but they are mostly believed. Some people are kind and they get stepped over. Some people are righteous and they are given no attention. Some people are smart but they are bullied. We have to get used to it, but it’s a very difficult task.