“Are you reading your book?” Golmak glanced over Tahiti.
“Yeah, and you?” She replied without raising her head from her page.
“Sure! What about Rafael, he didn’t come with us?”
“He has other tasks to handle and I think he is trained already to protect the old.”
“Protecting the old and greater ways is what got my father killed for?” Golmak was brooding right there.
“Yes, it did. The world is heavy and is tired yet, people don’t want to be bossed around still. They want to live with a limited vision since that helps lives stop at a juncture and that seems safer to human psychology. Psychologically we are built differently than other animals. We have an unexplained streak that has been glamorised in the world as evil. People from time to time have tried glamorizing the evil since they don’t know how else they can explain what they have within them. The evil is also a facade of human imagination on the borders of light where it fades a bit and the absence seems like another world. Okay, let’s explain it this way. You know about sound. You hear my longitudinal waves and I hear yours and that is what is possible to measure, but, even in this, we are limited. We don’t hear beyond a certain range of decibels. We are trying to form an imaginary world outside of us through this knowledge and what happens when you try to treat any problem with limited knowledge?”
“We create wrong answers.” Golmak knew this well.
“Yes, so to have the right answer, we need to have the right perception and a wrong perception can ruin the entire decision making. We end up smaller than our abilities.”
“Yeah, so we should thus expand and not shrink.” Golmak answered instantly.
The surrounding was flowing and glowing and everyone there felt they already felt better, more hopeful, more bright, more strong.
“Your father for a moment, felt, he could do a task instantly and he faced the repercussions of those trying to fragment the world in a way that will make it small and not expand it.”
Golmak stared blankly at his book with his thoughts expanding to his father like a cloud trying to touch the sun.
“What did you guys learn? It’s an hour here, I hear the gong.” Zieg was holding five pages from a rainbow rimmed book and the rest of the book weighed down his left hand. He had a sparkle like a five year boy, “I never thought translation to a language I know is modernized to this extent meaning as soon as I look at the book it turns English and no sooner I close it, it goes back to something gibberish.” He sat down on the floor.
“What is this about?” Golmak asked pointing to Zieg’s book.
It is about transverse sound waves and the existence of the parallel world. It explains how transverse waves travel and how to convert them into sound waves. It also tells us of perpendicular and angular dimensions and their sound structuring. Did you know animals and every other creature except men speak the sound and language of their dimensions and that is why it becomes so difficult for us to understand it. Wow!! And we kill them. Hahahahahha.”
“Really, so what does my book say? I don’t know.” Golmak scratched his head as all he did was get inspired by the entirety of their existence in this past 1.5 days time.
“I guess I must know as much as you know at least.” Golmak looked at Zieg and grinned. He felt safe after a long time, the darkness kind of left him and a gentle calm took over his entire persona.
“I will get a glass of water, it’s so pristine.” Tahiti kind of ran over Zieg for the glass of water.
“How do you make waves travelling at 90 degree reach your ears?”
“The unseen waves that make up our lives and those that we speak so loud inside our heads is an example of transverse waves and when two people are close, it reaches the other person. Empaths can hear many at a time.” Tahiti nodded like a grand old girl and adjusted her specs quietly.
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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