Solitude and Sun.
Noella; stares at the horizon with her thoughtful eyes. She was wondering whether it’s the soothing soul-heeling golden sun-set or the solitude which was deep underneath her, wrapped by all those chaotic rituals she perform every day . Her mind raced with the thoughts of her father being wondering about her as she was away from him for more than one hour. This is been the maximum time she was with herself. She was told the world is cruel, barbaric and greedy and won’t lose a single moment to ripe you apart. Then suddenly she thought, wasn’t she already ripped apart? Between rebellion and Obedience underneath her. Its mere a reflection of things on water what she calls it a memory.
She is sitting on dining table with a bowl full of grapes. Her mother stand besides her feeding her those grapes. She is just four year old. Fascinated with the color of grapes. Few are green, rest are purple. But she is reluctant to have them. Some are so sour that can bring the memories of the medications she is taking. Some are as sweet as she is kissed by her mother. She is fascinated and scared. But not much delighted. She is wishing for Dad to come so that she can sneak out of her mother’s supervision and would ran into the garden for butterflies and bees. She is very stubborn to believe that Dad won’t come to her or her mother.
She is now a little older. Perhaps eight year. Her Father is holding her hand and taking her somewhere. Oh, then she saw a car. She felt rejoice. They are going for picnic may be on a jungle ide or a hiking. A fishing what she would prefer more. But she doesn’t like the color of the car. It’s white in color with red letters on them. She wish she could read those. Miss Catherin, her kindergarten teacher, always complains her mother that she is very bad with letters. But she loves drawing. She remembered the following day when both her teacher and mother were discussing. Miss Catherin said “Mrs. Thompson, she is a good kid. Perhaps the most disciplined in the class. Never say a word. But, I am a bit upset on her grades. In all her exams she draw lines on paper.” She gave a whole bunch of paper to mother and mother saw they with her blank eyes. They have been that way from many years. Suddenly Noella saw something familiar, really familiar. It’s her mother’s skirt. The skirt is barely visible underneath the white bed-sheet. Some white dresses men surrounded her and she was lying on a bed. Her face is covered. Why is she covering her face? She never sleep that way. In fact she hates if Noella puts her bed sheet on her face. The men carried her into the van and drove away. Noella kept staring at van until it disappear from the horizon, standing there holding her father.
Now she is thirteen year, Noella never saw her Mom after she was taken in the car. Now she could recognize the car was Ambulance. She remember on that horrible day, her mom and she were having breakfast. She was sobbing whole the time. Then she stood up and went to the phone. Noella continue to eat. She talked to someone over the phone and said “Take care of her. She is special you know. Very different from the other children. She won fit into them. I am leaving her with you. That’s the last thing I wish.” The rest of things are just a hazel view. After an hour or more Noella’s father burst into the room. Noella was still on breakfast. She saw her father rushing out of her mother’s bedroom and went to the phone. After that day she was taken by her father and was living with him and his wife.
Mr. Thompson, Noella’s father was a quite person of mystic. A man with few words. His wife, Madam Lucy, She prefers to call by that name, loves her brown cashmere coat and her son Andy. Andy is a wicked boy. She loves to prank on others and mostly on her half-sister. Andy is three year younger than her. Noella was sent to school but she wish she wouldn’t have. She has barely any friends and teachers make her uncomfortable. The books are growling monsters for letters and things that doesn’t appear nice to Noella. She still loves to draw. She finds herself while drawing. As if all the years of silence are being conveyed by those pictures and redefines her thoughts on life. But Madam Lucy hates her drawing. She thinks the pictures are just confirming other’s thoughts about me “Noella is showing her new insanity. Autism is a disease. If Andy would contaminate with it, I will be really mad.” She considers her as more of attention seeker, stealing all the spot lights from her. But Noella doesn’t have much expectations. She is just being irresponsive to the things by choice which is quite a rare and privileged choice for her. Most of the time she doesn’t have control over it.
Noella is now in her sweet sixteen. She is no longer dragged for school. They have moved to new house. She finds it quite and cozy confined to herself. Its evening. She is preparing her long curled up red hairs, they are caressingly touching her round voluptuous hips. Suddenly she felt a little uneasiness in her surroundings. She became more conscious about. She felt being observed. Then the familiar voice came up. “Noella, How are you? You look wonderful.” She turned her slightly titled shoulders and daggering her eyes through him. Kenny was standing there, standing and engrossed in satisfying himself in her ceaseless beauty.
Kenny is Madam Lucy’s cousin, was so on his knees now. He was mesmerized by her eternal beauty, by the extravagant curves she possess which can stop the flow of any river. She just walked away like he don’t have any existence, moving like a snake making everything by her side stop to progress . He stood their serenading his heart and consciousness.
Kenny’s visit for his cousin and nephew is been very frequent these days. Years back it was once in a half yearly mostly for business trips in town. But during few months it’s very frequent and more than expected. The only reason behind all these is none other than Noella. But, nobody figures it out except Kenny…. Not even his cousin sister. He is a very handsome charming man with broad shoulders and a strong body which any girl will admire. He also have a sound earning much fulfilling for any girl’s need and demands. But he was devoted by the Noella. She is everything which he couldn’t be. She is innocent, unblemished and uncorrupt with a pure mind. In contrary, he is a man with manipulative substances in every word. That’s how he is built as a child. A child born for business.
Noella was kept secret from the outside world. The reasons are much from her father’s guilty conscience than Noella’s disability to make friends. She was educated that world is filled with very self-centric people who will snatch her down as they snatched her mother away from her . But her family was unaware that she is surrounded by most of the deceiving people inside the walls of sanctuary from exploits. As per her daily routine she did everything as expected. Morning chores till 8 AM and then she get to go to Church that’s her relief from everything. She doesn’t much understand God, but she loves the calmness. It synchronizes the calmness inside her. Then she continue with Mrs. Lucy with all the house hold work and in afternoon when Mrs. Lucy retires to her bed she has few moments for herself and she never forgets to draw during those time . In evening she makes her hair and goes for dinner preparation and the day end following a prayer before bed after dinner.
It was just another day like that .They were on dinner table right on time. Like every day, all the taking part is done by Madam Lucy and Andy. Everyone else is quite. To break the tradition Kenny tries to talk to Noella every time. But his questions are unanswered. Sometimes Mr. Thompson answers them back despite of unfavourable of the dominance of another man in his house. But before all the financial supports of Kenny he is helpless. Mr. Thompson was failed man. He failed to accept that he is a child of Autistic child. He failed to save himself from Madam Lucy’s charm. He failed to save his drowning marriage. He failed to save his wife, Noella’s mother .He failed with Noella for making her a normal child. All his failures brought his passion for life, his eagerness and most of all financial condition. Kenny is been a very big support from last few years. But, his recent intentions are crystal clear to Mr. Thompson and he was afraid that he will fail this time too
Few months after that day Kenny walked into Noella’s room and Noella was painting. Her thoughts were rushing to appear on canvas. Madam Lucy was taking afternoon nap. Kenny moved forward ceasing Noella’s anybody movement against the canvas of painting. She can feel the rhythm of her breath. She can’t be more erotic to him. Kenny’s hot lustful breaths are tangled in Noella’s curly red hair. He takes her hand and started making the curves of her body on canvas paper. Even in his closed eyes he has wonderfully done it. He made her breasts firm and well nurtured. Making her eyes with a tilt towards her own beauty. He painted her lips and he suddenly felt an urge and kissed her. HE couldn’t belief that how badly he wished this to happen. Noella pushed him back and he jerked back with few steps. Finally their eyes met. It was more like a crouching tiger and fighting wild beast ready to take him down at any second. Noella then get soft by the whole heavenly feeling of being kissed. She was unknown to this side of her character. First feeling of being needed by someone. She suddenly become a joyful cunning rabbit from a wild beast. Kenny felt a little assured. He took a step forward and then she shredded back by all the unknowns around her.
There are two kinds of love…first one filled with feelings, devotion, respect …. The other one filled with attraction, passion, hunger and filled with all animal instincts. Both are unknown to her and he was sure it’s the latter one. He said “I know you don’t like me but I do…” Determined not to give up until he gets what he wants, he left her room and headed for Madam Lucy.
After few hours Madam Lucy returned and said “Pack your bags. You are leaving for Kenny’s house. You must be grateful that he choose you and willing to take care of all your needs as a Mistress. Kenny is such a sweet boy. Always get easily melted by the sweet charms of others. You must fill lucky for it.” Noella was making preparation for her next move. He jumped out of the same window in her room which was the only connection to her from the outside world and ran away making Madam Lucy stand there still and shocked. She ran to the church and resting in Bell tower she rested with sun after a whole eventful day for both. It’s been few hours after that.
Madam Lucy came running and burst the news to Kenny. He was more aroused than ever, the thoughts of Noella slipping out of her hand is something making him arouse more and more . He ran out of the door. Mr. Thompson snatched his head from the fear of failing again. The moment came but, it was so fast that it left him unprepared. Now, he continues to search for her and with Church’s father helped him to find Noella. Mr. Thompson persuaded her to go back. Pleading her to come back with him, in a way pleading her not to make him another failure. She looked upon him and remember that he doesn’t know this guy. She remember her father as the person who left her and mother to satisfy his ego. Taken her with him as a response to his guilty conscience and never stood for her through all these years with against Madam Lucy’s atrocity. The man stood in front of her was not that man. She made her choices and was determined than ever. She flew for Paris to study Arts of right after that morning. Church helped her during these both financially and morally. They are Special children, God’s own child.... :) :) :)
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