Just imagine again
And then I imagined further …Now I was my own. I had bought myself from my owner. It is true that I got myself finally but… but in pieces. Small and big pieces. And I got a pair of hands, a pair of legs, a pair of ears ,a pair of heavy breasts, a stomach, a gall bladder, Kidneys, liver and a few more organs (which were supposed to keep those pieces alive), a no head (much of it was sold and rest was fatigued) and a half heart( the other half was with my owners).
I bundled those pieces, tied them up with the rope of my hair. I was walking with the weight, with the heavy weight of those pieces and was empathetic to my last owners. Then I reached a corner of the earth, sat there with the pieces, counted their accuracy and then started examining those pieces. One by one. Seperately. Those legs were mine. They wanted to move in many directions, in all the directions ,in all possible directions and I cut them into pieces with the help of a knife and threw them in many directions, in all the directions, in all the possible directions directing,” Walk! Walk away! in whatever way!’’ mmhh! An assignment over. Next was a pair of eyes. They always wanted to dream. They always dreamt. I had to do something for them and I made airy wings for my eyes but after soaring in the blue large sky they preferred to swim safely in a pond. They kept swimming for years, for million years in the cold- warm water. Another assignment done. Then came a pair of ears. They wanted to listen to the heart. So I kept them with the half heart that I possessed. It kept listening to the whispers, to the loud whispers, to the sobs, to the bubbling jests. It is listening to the half heart.
My stomach, liver, kidneys, lungs, bones always wanted to rest. Now they don’t have to work as they were supposed to work for the whole not for parts. Their work done and happy they are.
Next was a pair of heavy breasts. They did not want anything. Many others wanted them. I thought to keep them on exhibition in a museum but many pairs were already there. So I burnt them .They kept burning for some time and now happily burnt they are. Happily over. Happily non existent.
Now only a pair of hands remain fulfilling their wish to write. They write they will keep writing for years, for million years. And I am done with my duty of ownership. Whole lost. Pieces happy. And I owned myself to lose. The separate pieces were already dead when I owned them. I just tried to cremate them by fulfilling their wish, for the sake of salvation. So that they don’t need to exist ever in future.
And then I imagined further …Now I was my own. I had bought myself from my owner. It is true that I got myself finally but… but in pieces. S...