SOMETHING MEANINGLESS

Some things are meaningless.Words scattered on a piece of paper until they make sense. The chords that were struck before the right ones found their way. The labyrinth of thoughts inside the human mind, never finding their way out. The things that were never said. The decisions which were never made. The last words. Goodbyes. Some things are never meant to make sense.

She still remembered his smile. And whatever she said about it was bound to fall short. Like everything was all right in the world. The words, which came so seldom, yet the most assuring pieces of advice. “Don’t worry about algebra, you aren’t going to use it anyway,” he had confided to the 11year old when she was distraught about it. And she had found it hard to believe. No way.  So hard it was, to believe it, with everyone she knew grilling themselves about it. She dreaded the walks in the evening. All the other kids were out riding bikes. Moments of silence, filled sometimes with an exchange or two.Words. Important entities to fill the void.

“Be brave, always,” he had said

And 8 years later, here she was. Alone. No algebra. No more dreaded walks. And nobody to tell her “I told you so.”  To be brave. To let the world go to hell. Anything. Anything at all.Today was meaningless. And who knew how tomorrow would be. But it would be the same, wouldn’t it?She would never have with her the words: the words that came so seldom.Some things are always meaningless.