He was looking for something. That's all he knew. That's all he understood. He was looking for something. He moved forward, with a brisk pace, constantly looking around for, his eyes scanning the surrounding around him as a hawk searching the grounds for a prey. He moved. He moved further. Something was missing. Something had been lost. Something which had meant a lot to him. He didn't know what it was but he could feel it. Suddenly he slowed down. What was it? Why did he feel so? Why did he feel the urge to look for something, to keep searching when he didn't know what had gone missing? But he knew he had. He knew he had lost something. And he knew he had to find it, keep looking for it. So erasing the doubts from his mind, he kept moving further and further, still looking, still scanning. He had to find it.
Slowly, he came to a halt. He stood next to a pond, its water clear as the sky above but peddled with a greenish tinge floating at its center, the animals circling around it as if trying to identify what this foreign object was that had invaded its space. The green in the center looked out of place, felt out of context. He could identify with that. He knew what it felt felt like to be out of place, to constantly feel that you didn't belong where you were. The green tinge continued to spread in the water slowly, continuing to invade the space of the original inhabitants of the pond. The animals in the pond moved further away from the tinge, steering clear of something they could not identify with and were afraid whether to attack or steer clear of it lest it cause harm to them.
He moved closer to the pond, staring into the clear water and saw his own reflection gawk back at him. His reflection looked back at him, blurry and tired looking, his image reflecting the confusion of his soul. He smiled at his reflection and his reflection smiled back. He then slowly waved his hands and grinned as his reflection waved back. His reflection grinned too. He started to laugh at this act of nature, a reflection which abides as he wants, as he does. Your own personal slave, doing as you did and following your every single command. The reflection laughed with him. And then the reflection was laughing no more. The face in the water now began to droop its eyes and slowly its lips, a sullen expression beginning to form on it. He continued to laugh but the reflection did not. The reflection was now copying the image of his soul. He stopped laughing and started into the pond, curios as to what had suddenly happened to his own reflection. He peered in a little more towards the pond and now the face in the water, his face in the water, was laughing again. But it was not the hearty natural laugh that reflected happiness. His reflection was now laughing at him, a contemptuous, farcical laugh that was mocking him. The face in the water changed its expression again and now the ears had drooped just like the eyes and the lips, there were wrinkles on his face, a shadow of lines formed below his eyes and just a patch of hair on his head. The face in the water looked miserable...miserable and old. And now the face in the water changed once again. The hair was back, the eyes were young again and the reflection was laughing again-laughing at his ineptness, laughing at his debauchery, laughing at who he was. Once more the face in the water changed its expression. Now the reflection covered its face with his own hands and when he removed those hands, the face had changed almost completely except that he knew that this was his face. The face was now pale white like that of snow, the lips were a lusty red as if they had been formed with blood and the eyes-they were black...black and hollow. Tears dropped from his eyes, tears that were black in color. Black tears that steadily flowed across his face as if those eyes had been crying for years now.
Seeing his own face in the water now, he staggered back from the pond, his face a pale expression of fear. He got up quickly and without looking back, he started to run. He ran from the face he had seen in the pond, his own reflection. He ran from his own self, who he was. He needed to find it. He needed to find what he had lost, whatever it was, for his own sanity. He continued to run, across lawns and through roads and taverns, passing through rivers and glaciers and jungles that he had never seen before. They came one after the other-surroundings changing around him rapidly as he continued to run, run towards his destination, unknown as it was. But he knew he had to keep running and keep looking, for he needed to find it.
And now his feet stopped again. He tried to move his feet but they would move no more. He looked around him and he saw that he was standing in a mall with people hovering around him, passing him by, stepping on escalators and moving forward. It was as regular a mall as he had ever seen in his life. The people kept moving in a stream, each one walking towards their chosen destination. The mall was huge and had 3 floors. There were escalators at the far end of each floor leading up and down. Each floor had shops and stores-ranging from cell phone showrooms to boutiques. On the top floor there was situated a foot court as it had been in most malls. Yet there was something out of place. Everything looked as it would have, except he knew something was out of place in the mall. Something was strange. Not able to find out what it was, he now tried to move his feet and to his surprise, they did. He slowly began to walk towards the exit for he had a feeling he should head out of the mall.
Out side the mall he stepped onto a green patch of grass. He looked around and he realized he was in a huge park, surrounded by trees paced at an even footing and a lake in its center. The park was full of people as well, people taking a walk, people sitting on a bench and gossiping, families on a day out, children chasing each other around the trees and then jumping into the lake and splashing each other. A fountain stood near the lake, glistening and casting waters of different colors from its mouth. On one side, the park was surrounded by mountains, snowy white mountains as high as the Himalayas or even higher. On the other side of the park were situated a row of cottages which seemed to be houses of the people who had come visiting the park. The cottages were all painted yellow with a brown roof and glass windows in each room. Outside the cottages were small gardens with the freshest flowers he had ever seen blooming into the sunlight. At the end he was standing stood the mall he had ran into, right at the border of the park. People seemed to go in and out of the mall and in and out of the park as if having a mall right on the fringes of a park was a common sight here. He looked around again and he began to notice that there were no streets here. There was a park bordered by mountains and cottages and a mall right on its borders-but there were no streets to go in and out of this place. He then noticed what had seemed out of place in the mall as well as here in this park. No one was smiling or laughing. They all had a sullen expression on their face, their eyes reflecting sadness, their lips advocating misery. They all looked either angry or disappointed or sad or crying-but no one seemed happy.
Feeling the need to run again, he slowly began to step backwards but as soon as he turned he crashed into somebody. 'Watch where you are going fool!' said the man as he staggered back to his feet, trying to regain his balance. He started to apologize to the man and then noticed that his expression was that of a contorted mixture of pain and misery and anger. It seemed like the man could not decide which negative he should express and so, in his confusion his face seemed to reflect all three. 'Where am I?' he asked the man with the miserable face. The man looked at him scornfully as if asking him questions was a crime. 'Bah you fool! You don't know where you are at? Are you one of the new ones?' He didn't know what the man meant by new ones for he didn't know he was supposed to be anywhere at all. 'I...I don't understand,' he answered hesitantly.
'Of course you don't you fool,' the man said with contempt in his voice, 'you are in Heaven you fool.'
'Heaven?' He said and looked around the place once more. The sad faces, the droopy eyes, the miserable expressions-it was hardly what he ha been told Heaven would be like. 'This is heaven?'
The man with the miserable face scorned once more and chewed on his lips before saying, 'How many times do I have tell you, ya fool! Yes-this is Heaven. This is the Heaven of The Miserable People.'
The words shook him. He repeated them for his own sake. 'Heaven of the miserable people?'
The man with the miserable face now looked at the place too, glancing around with an understanding expression on his face. Then the man towards him again and said, 'ye...you heard right lad. This is the Heaven of the Miserable People. We are the miserables.The Ungratefuls. The ones who were always complaining about our lives, always angry at God for treating us as His step children, always miserable about the hand that life had drawn us. We were never grateful for what we got, for the life God had blessed us with. We always asked why the man ahead of us had more than what we had and never wondered why the man below us had any less. We were not happy with our lives, we constantly whined and fretted and always asked for more. We always felt God had been unkind to us. And so-we are here. We didn't commit too many sins, didn't do too many wrong things but we were ungrateful and miserable with our lives so God didn't know what to do with us. So he had build a separate heaven for us, one where we would get all the rewards for our goodness but also all the punishments for our ungratefulness. And hence we are here lad. In the Heaven of the Miserable.'
He looked around his surroundings now with a new enlightenment, a new understanding dawning upon his face. He turned back towards the man with the miserable face and said, 'Can't you get out of this place? Once you are happy and not miserable again...can't you get out and well-go the other Heaven?'
The man with the miserable face laughed-a laugh of sarcasm. 'If you have been miserable all your life, my lad, then you never stop being miserable. Earth or Heaven. You are always going to be miserable. And hence no one gets out of here.'
He looked scared now and slowly asked the man with the miserable face, 'How long have you been here?'
The man with the miserable face laughed again, the same laugh filled with sarcasm and contempt. 'Me, lad? Me been here more than 3000 years now.'
He looked even more scared now, looked even more fearful. He needed to leave. He had to find what was missing. And he was sure he wouldn't find it here. 'I need to leave now,' he told the man with the miserable face and started walking away.
But the man with the miserable face called out to him before he could turn away. 'Where you going lad? You can't leave. Once you are here...you can never leave. You are one of us now.'
He turned back to find that the man with the miserable face was laughing now, a laughter full of mirth and evil, laughing at his fate, at the surprise on his face for what he had just heard. Then the man raised his hand to the left and said, 'Look.'
He followed the gaze of the man with the miserable face and saw that a mirror stood a few steps from him. He looked into the mirror and screamed. He screamed and he ran for the face he saw in the mirror was exactly that of the man with the miserable face, the same set of miserable, sad and forlorn look in his eyes capturing his image. He ran now like he had run from the pond for he knew he could not stay there, he could not stay in the Heaven of the Miserable people. He ran through the park, around the lake, from the fountain and towards the yellow cottages with the brown roofs and gardens with the freshest flowers he had seen bloom. He passed through mountains and deserts, running through crowded streets and empty houses till he was running through a forest.
And then his feet stopped again. He stood in a clearing in the middle of a forest. Around him were the tallest trees he had ever seen yet the sun shone brightly and lighted up the whole forest. The trees had big red fruits dangling from its branches, looking as juicy and ripe as any fruit he had seen in his life. He started to walk now for he needed to find what had gone missing. He looked around the clearing, scanning the ground and the grass for any sign of what he had lost.He still could not find it. What then had gone missing?
Then he heard a huge roar of laughter. This laughter was not the laughter of the man he had met in the Heaven of the miserable people. This laughter was full of life, full of joy and happiness, full of spirit and celebration. He moved towards the source of the laughter. He found a small cottage just ahead of him in the clearing from where the peals of laughter were coming. He walked towards the cottage, slowly, still looking around, as if he may finally find the thing that had been missing here. He stopped at a window on the side of the cottage and peered in to have a look. His eyes laid sight on four men talking in loud voices and then laughing uproariously as if one of them had just said a punchline of a joke. All four men were seated in a wheel chair and were paraplegic. Yet they sat there, breaking out in peals of laughter as if they truly were happy and nothing had gone missing from their life. That despite the handicap, their life was complete.
He seemed unsure of what to do now. He stood there staring at the men in their wheel chairs, laughing like they really were enjoying themselves. Then suddenly one of the men spotted him at the window and started waving at him to come inside. He was confused, unsure of whether to go or not. The rest of the men then spotted him too and started waving at him to come inside as well. He finally decided to go. They might help him find what was missing.
'Come in, come in,' they all said in unison as he stepped inside the door. The cottage was not much. It was a single room though quite big in size with a tattered door. There were no beds or any other furniture to make it seem like it was inhabited. It seemed more like a hide out place than anything else. There was a single table near a window and around the table sat the 4 men on wheel chairs with mugs of beer. There were four other chairs just behind the men, but it was obvious the chairs were of no use to them. The atmosphere almost resembled a Friday night get together of old friends. The men in the wheel chair smiled at him as he came near the table and he smiled back, almost sheepishly, feeling like an intruder.
'Come in chum,' said one of them, 'sit down and have a mug of beer with us.'
He almost silently took a chair from behind one of the men and placing it near the table sat down. He still was unsure what to expect or what to do but he felt like he had come here for a reason. One of the men took a mug from a side shelf near the window and filled it with beer and then placed it in front of him. He only smiled and said, 'Thank you.'
'Ah chum, don't you feel uncomfortable,' said the man who had welcomed him. 'We are not going to eat you, we promise.' The four men burst into laughter at this and laughed as if they really found it funny. He looked around, unsure what to say or do, so he just smiled and then finally gathering up the courage to speak he said, 'who...who are you?'
The first man spoke again. 'Ah chum, u want introductions-is it? Well then-let's get the introductions outta the way. My name is Bam,' he said and then pointing to the remaining three men from the left said, 'and he is Boom, this is Bim and that is Bling.' Those were the weirdest names he had ever heard and he was pretty sure that these were not their original names. But he smiled and nodded nevertheless, acting as if he heard such names everyday in his life for he didn't want to offend them. 'So,' said Bam looking at him, 'what's your name?'
'Ryan,' he answered hesitantly. He didn't give a second name and the four men in the wheel chairs nodded without expressing any emotions.
'Alright Ryan then,' said Bam giving him a grin. 'Let's swig these mugs and have a hearty time whaddya say?' And they all cried out in unison, raising their mugs, ready to have a swig. Ryan joined in, raising his mug in the air too, though a bit hesitantly but then then cheered just like the rest did. 'To Frodo,' Bam said as Ryan blinked in surprise, 'the little hobbit who saved middle earth and all of us by casting the ring of power in the pits of Mount Doom and destroying Mordor.' They all cried out in unison though Ryan kept silent and then took a swig from the mug and drank the beer. They drank it all in one go, and seeing the company around him, Ryan didn't bring down the mug from his lips till he had emptied it. After finishing the beer from the mugs, they all placed the mugs back on the table with a bang and wiped their upper lips, exclaiming heartily.
Ryan felt good suddenly. Seeing the men around him in high spirits, he felt himself soaring, felt himself lifting. 'That felt good,' he said grinning.
'Nothing makes you feel as good as a mug of beer my boy,' Bam winked. 'Its a secret we discovered a long time ago.'
Ryan nodded with approval. Then he looked at their wheel chairs and feeling a bit odd but confident, he asked, 'What...what happened to all of you?'
The four men looked around each other, their eyes meeting and then in unison they all slowly nodded. Then Bam spoke. 'Wounds of war, my lad, these are the wounds of war.'
'War?' Ryan asked.
'Yes my lad,' Bam said. 'Our wars. The war of life. Different wars. Same wounds.'
Ryan didn't know what to say for a while. He kept looking at the men, looking into their eyes, trying to find out what grief they were hiding. But there didn't seem to be any grief in those eyes. Only life. 'None of you seem disappointed,' he said slowly. 'With what happened.'
'And why should we?' the man whose name was Bim spoke this time. 'Life's treated us very well. And we had our tough times, sure. But who doesn't? And we have cried enough for a lifetime. We can't pity ourselves forever.'
Ryan looked at the men around him, their wheel chairs and despite everything that they had faced-the smile on their faces. They were was no pain in that smile. Only the will to live. 'What incident...' he asked slowly, looking around carefully, 'caused this?' he completed. He didn't specify what he meant by this but he didn't have to. It hung around the room like an elephant. There was no need to ask a counter question about what this was.
The men didn't seem to mind the question but no one seemed ready to answer either. They all looked at each other, wondering who would start or maybe just trying to avoid answering completely. Ryan couldn't tell but he didn't say anything, waiting for the men to reach a decision. Finally, the man who called himself Bam spoke once more. 'Does it matter chum? Does it really matter how we lost our legs and how we ended up on this wheel chair? Whether it was a war that did this to us or an accident or some one hacked our legs off-does it matter? The fact is that we can no longer walk and we are on a wheel chair. And what happened, what led to this, is no more of any consequence. What is of consequence though Ryan... is why are you here?' Bam now looked at him with prying eyes, his gaze screening through Ryan like a beam cutting a rock into two.
Ryan gulped for a moment and avoiding the gaze of Bam, answered, 'I...I don't know.' He then looked up at Bam, whose gaze was still intently fixed on Ryan and Ryan slowly said, 'I feel...I feel like I have lost something.'
Bam continued to gaze at him with those intense eyes for a while and then suddenly laughed. The remaining men followed Bam into the coercion of laughter and soon the men were laughing uproariously just as Ryan had seen them do from the window. In the middle of the laughter, Bam spoke, 'of course you have lad! Of course.
'So Ryan,' Bam said looking straight at him, 'you have lost something haven't ya?'
Ryan, who was just about to take a sip from his beer of mug held the mug in his hand without moving and looked at all the men around him. They all nodded as if they knew why he was here, as if they were here to help him find what he had lost. 'Ye...Yes,' he finally answered as they continued to stare at him with an understanding sight, 'Yes...I feel like I have lost something. I don't know what it is. I can't seem to remember what I have lost but I feel it...I feel I have lost something and that I really need to find it.' 'Soon', he added as an afterthought.
Then suddenly a voice from behind him said, 'looking for something, my son?' He wheeled around and suddenly felt a flash of light in his eyes. He covered them to hide from the brightness that illuminated him. He slowly removes his hands to look at what stood in front of him. And there, in the middle of the clearing, a few feet away from his, he saw the fairest woman he had ever seen. She stood there, smiling at him with an appraisal as if she knew why he was there. Her skin was fairer than all the jewels beneath the earth, her face glowing with a radiance that seemed heavenly. She adorned a white gown which sparkled in the bright light and her hair, long and flowing, seemed to illuminate sunlight.
For a moment-in fact for quite a long moment he seemed at a loss for words and just kept staring at the ethereal figure in front of him. Then he realized he hadn't said anything so he stumbled for words that would not come out of his mouth. 'I...'he stammered, 'I was just...'
'...Looking for something?' she completed his sentence.
'Yes,' he flushed and tried to look elsewhere. 'I feel like something has gone missing, that I have lost something...from my life.'
She smiled again, the most peaceful smile he had ever seen. 'I know,' she simply said.
'You know?' he asked surprisingly.
'Yes...I know that something is missing from your life. And hence I am here.'
For a moment he didn't know what to say. Then, gathering all the courage he could find, he asked-'Who are you?'
Not for a moment did she look angry or upset. Peace and calmness just radiated out from her. She only smiled again and said, 'I am the angel of the missing. I am here to help you find what is missing from your life and if you want to-then reclaim it.'
He didn't seem surprised now. He knew that she could have been here only for that purpose for she seemed to bring a sense of calm and happiness from within her. She seemed completely at peace. 'How are you going to help me do that?' he asked.
The smile never left her face. 'Look into the cottage once again and tell me what do you see?'
He looked into the cottage once again and saw the same sight that he had witnessed before the angel of the missing had spoken to him. He turned back to the angel. 'Four paraplegic and wheel chair bound men laughing at something.'
'Is that all you see?' she asked him. 'Look again once more.'
He didn't know how this was going to help. He looked into the window once more and started at the 4 paraplegic men. He couldn't hear them from this far but he could make out the expressions on their faces, the feeling in their laughter. And then it dawned on him. He turned back to the angel who was still smiling at him but now she looked at him understandingly. 'They are happy,' he said slowly, 'they are happy with their lives. They are laughing like they have nothing to complain about. Like the loss of their limbs hasn't turned them bitter or cynical or into misanthropes. They are genuinely happy with their lives and they find nothing missing from it.' He then added slowly, almost in a whisper, 'Unlike me.'
The angel continued to smile at him, waiting for the realization to completely dawn on him and then said-'do you see now what is missing?'
He seemed to know the answer now. 'Happiness?' he asked as if he wasn't completely sure yet.
'No,' she said ever so slowly. 'It's a part of it yes. But what is missing is not the happiness. But the reason as to why you are not happy.'
'What reason?' he asked confused.
The smile never faded from her lips. 'Why do those men in the cottage seem happy to you?'
He looked back into the cottage. He wasn't sure. Why were they so happy? They were living a miserable life. They could not support themselves. They had no reason to be so optimistic, so upbeat about their lives. Then the answer dawned on him like light illuminating the dark. He turned back to the angel who now seemed to glow even more. 'They value their lives,' he whispered. 'They know how precious it is. They know how rare it is. They realize it comes just once. And it won't come again.'
She smiled in understanding. 'Do you realize now?'
He nodded his head slowly. 'The value of my life...I have lost the value of my life. That's what is missing.'
'Yes,' she simply said without adding anything.
'But how do I reclaim it?' he asked.
'That will be up to you. You now know what you have lost. You know you need to value your life. And only you can do that. I can only help you.'
He looked at her and nodded, still unsure about what to do or what to say next. Finally, he said, 'but my life-it's not been easy. It's been such a tough year. Everything coming together...and then falling apart..."
'Whose life hasn't been tough?' she said interrupting him. 'Do you face a peril greater than those men have faced in there?' she asked looking towards the cottage.
'No,' he answered, 'but just because they have faced something much greater does not mean that I should cherish every downfall of mine...'
She nodded her head. 'It is true that it does not mean that. You face your own perils, they face their own. Everyone faces their own tests. And everyone combats them in their own way. But it is not about being disappointed and having a tough time. It is about losing the value of your own life. It is about reducing yourself to a state where you do not seem to care for your own self, where you are constantly unhappy with who you are, where you reduce your own self esteem and you do not value what you have.'
He seemed on an edge now, uneven, close to breaking down. He kept his eyes on the ground, avoiding the gaze of the angel in front of him. 'It's...it just been so tough. One after the other-everything has crumbled down. All the dreams I had. My aspirations. My ambitions. One after the other-crashing and burning in front of my eyes. I feel so out of place. I feel like I don't belong here anymore. That I never did.'
She nodded her head slowly in agreement. She then said, 'You feel like you have given so much, tried so hard and yet-it has come to no avail. You feel as if there is something missing in you which has led you to this state. That despite everything that you gave, however hard you tried-it would never have been enough.'
'Yes,' he answered. 'Yes.'
