Conversations After Twelve
The warm glow emanating from the laptop screen illuminated an otherwise dark room as the boy lay cuddled in his blankets. An old episode of his favourite tv show lay paused right in front of him and the only source of sound in the room was coming from his phone where a long forgotten playlist was playing an endless loop of songs that would usually take him away.
But not today. Today, everything was still. All that mattered to him were his thoughts. And in that moment, the boy was untouchable to the world.
Its a scary thing, being alone with your thoughts. You could start by thinking of the most innocent things like the creation of the universe and end up in the deepest darkest parts of your mind examining your soul. It was a slippery slope he himself had experienced many times. He was grateful then to hear the soft ping of his phone alerting him of a new notification and with it bringing him back to reality.
“Do you think we’ll ever be teddy west side level pretentious?” It read. And he smiled a satisfied smile and began writing back knowing he was in for a good conversation.
“I think we’re already half way there.”
She laughed and paused for a while. Something had been playing on her mind and she needed clarity.
“I don’t understand the concept of being pretentious though. When I relate to something, and you know I relate hard, I form a link to it. Is it so bad that I want to talk to others about these links and explore them further? Discover their perspectives and enrich my own. Be thirsty for knowledge and want to satiate my own curious nature? Not be ridiculed for wanting to unveil secrets of the past, present and future?
He thought about it for a moment, and said
“Well, I think its perfectly normal for you to want that. Maybe the whole ‘pretentious’ phenomenon was created by outsiders and people less enthused about such things, who wanted to make sure that their inability wouldn’t be made fun of. It makes sense, belittling something one doesn’t understand. We’ve been doing it for ages now.”
She shook her head, not that he could see it and replied, “Yeah. That makes sense. You’ve got a great mind you know? I just know you’re destined to be great. You’re going to have a great life.”
He gave a derisive snort and replied skeptically “Maybe.”
She never understood his cynicism. She never understood why he thought of the world as such a bleak place. For her, if the thought of a greater truth and greater good wasn’t out there then she wouldn’t know how to function. For what point would there be to exist?
They continued their conversation till the late AMs and finally bid each other good night.
He slept more peacefully than he would on any other day. For like her he too harboured the roaring and starving monster of curiosity,whose appetite only increased on feeding. What he realised and what she didn’t was that they were among the very few in this world who would always be unsatisfied, who would always want more.
But unbeknownst to both was that even in this uncertainty they would always find someone who helped them keep the monster’s hunger at bay. Because he was the boy who had the universe up his sleeve. And she was the girl with the weary and ever trying heart. A lot was written in the stars for them. All they had to do was go out and look.