After the interval

‘Stop’, she told life

‘you can’t go

not yet not now

you have seen the tears

you have known the turmoil

but I can’t let you go

until

you have seen the gurgling bubbles of laughter

rushing forth in great emergency

molecules of happiness

breathing for the very life

breaking boundaries of the mind

the deep guttural roars of irrepressible joy

trapped beneath tears of impatience

bellowing noises  breathless

cracklings of the diaphragm

settling into the softness of a chuckle

disappearing into the silence of a smile

making its way to the eyes

now not soaked in sadness

twinkling in delight

the forehead furrowed

with laugh lines of fate

and faith,yes, faith

you have to see this

after the interval

there’s a twist!’

PS: Her of a thousand smiles

 

 

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