And I began to fold our clothes

.....And I began to fold our clothes

Any morning begins when the alarm rings,I wait another 5 to 10 minutes trying to recollect and complete what i was dreaming of....to complete the story in half consciousness, to make it a Happy ending at least an acceptable one and then leave my bed of possible futures behind me.

This morning I deeply prayed again for a miracle to happen before I entered my setting of the day. the one i had very proudly set as the best way to do more than 15 years back. The familiarity of finding salt where I had meticulously left it last, the 'azaadiyan' playing into and out of the speakers, the tea coming to a boil and I waiting to turn the gas off just before it spills. The clothes thrown in together and then sorted to be washed by me or my machine. The 11 pm bath, at leisure....yet the exact same way as i have been last 15 years. Getting ready, placing my hair where it belongs...pinning it up....and sitting to read the paper. The sections I have chosen to read as always. And then having my lunch in the sweet company of the television.At 3 pm I begin to pick up the dried clothes from the sunny side and to fold them so they neatly go back where they belong till they will be pulled out tomorrow morning at 7 am. Again.

But this morning...this morning a miracle took place...... Amir from Sillicon Valley replied to my 'Hi' with a 'Hello'. I looked up all of the continents ( not my home) a real map...the world map...where Amir was making his morning coffee.... right from Asia to South Africa, to Australia, to North America to South America. That is how long the 'Hello' had travelled to light up my day. I asked him what he did...and he said " I make robots". Was i in  the transformers for real???? Skeptical about what can we talk about then...I plodded some more and asked him which languages he spoke. And he said he was learning persian....wowow...a planet was born in that moment.

I began to   write in Persian script and mailing it to him and he began to translate the exact words of what i had written, I felt like I was writing gold...rather simply copying gold like a 3 year old writing an A…without knowing it.

Every morning I would wake up to listen to the meanings of the Persian I wrote…to bubble out a whole new world, they began to suck me in…my day would pass in the glory of the words flowing in his melodious voice, bringing peace to a wish gone silent. A wish to be alive.  I was beginning to come alive. To be excited and loved, to be heard and to hear something….anything….and I came alive.

I could not find the salt in its place and people of my life wondered why my hair was not pinned. They thought I wasn’t well…. Shaking me up, again and again waking me up to my reality…..where even the language of touch wasn’t spoken. This could not go on….I was tearing to be in the Sillicon world and to give up my reality for it. But reality was tearing to keep me on the hard wooden table that the boiled tea had to be set on. I could not take the pain no more and so …….began to pick up the dried clothes from the sunny side and to fold them so they could neatly go back where they belong till they will be pulled out tomorrow morning at 7 am. Again. 

This was my only route back into my reality…..i began to fold our clothes.

Written as an excerpt from the movie ‘ The bridges of Madison County’.