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Thursday 28 August, 2008
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Mouthful of Air

 

Inhale Deeply, …..Exhale Slowly…….To the Counts of 1, 2….ummm…!!Psst…Never knew that Breathing in itself is gonna be on the tones of arithmetic counting. The Air through the lungs circulated through the Body and then out, and the Out Air circulating through another's Lungs…The Molecules traversing different Bodies, encompassing just the purity of the Inner selves mingling with the Primordial Soups.

 

Her head was still heavy with the last stubs of broken sleep, she was weighed with the thought of a long day ahead, why cant we just stay passive whole day, learning our arithmetic from the rules of Inhalation and exhalation. Why can't Breathing be as easy as it seems to be?

 

"If you voluntarily suspend your breathing under water you would not die" joked the boy. His eyes were rolled to his sleeves as if he was watching the world through a canny eye and propounding his most prized secret.

 

She was drawn back to her exercise, capturing the last whiff of the airy molecule past through her lungs on the count of 63627 or was it 63628…?

 

The boy then put his head into the water and closed his eyes. The water in his ears, his hair, his eyes were shut tight and his jaw clenched. He lay still, so passive and so stern. And just before he was to give up his own play of life under water, he emerged ..conquering and jubilant…"See, see I have told you.. you would not die" screamed he, jumping and floating across the hallway..

 

The time was drawing to a close, its soon gonna be back to the chores, a walk back home, busy streets; kids dragging their feet to the school, the early hawkers, the jogs, the lives breathless and urbane.

 

But she was still counting in her head for the air felt light. Like a warm blanket  around her, like the veil off her essence. She was sparkling for she had just learnt the basic karma for a life, the Inhalation and the Exhalation chorus for a Melody unsung.

 

The boy was ecstatic for he had learnt the rules of survival by defeating the chorus of breathing: To stay afloat in the waters of deep thick, to defeat death by lying dead, as an impostor--- a temporary suspension, the permanent exalt...!!

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