The Impossibility of a Possibility

The box was small. She could easily fit in .But she was trapped. She tried coming out but it wouldn’t open. She tried banging on to it asking for help. No one came. Getting into it was her decision. Adventure was what she looked for, now it had trapped her with nowhere to go. She had no choice left than to accept the situation and keep waiting to get out of there.

The environment inside was comfortable. She sat cross legged and took a deep breath. The box was colored she saw, with some of the most beautiful combinations. They uplifted her mood. She touched the surface. It was smooth and she wanted to keep touching it and so she did. There were little birds drawn on the walls. They kept telling her she would fly like them. One day. One day she would escape and she would be out there, free and above the rest of the world. The floor of the box was soft and she could comfortably sit there. There was silence and peace in the air. She could hum her favorite songs and sing them out loudly. The box would give her perfect company.

She felt their rhythm matched. They were so much at peace with each other. One perfectly accommodating the other. The trap didn’t feel a trap anymore. It felt the perfect place to be in. She was loving the place. The thought of what would happen later didn’t bother her. All that mattered was the perfect time that she was having. The impossibility of being stuck in it didn’t strike her. She wanted to build her world inside. To stay there away from the worldly beasts. In the arms of the box she could feel solitude and contentment. Complete, is what she felt. She had been yearning for this space since a very long time. Away from the chaos, away from the struggles, strength is what she felt. Leaving didn’t seem attractive, staying did. And she knew she would have to go. She prayed to let her be there. She tried not to make any noise lest someone come and set her free. The loneliness felt a boon, the company of many a bane. She recoiled at the idea of going back to the world. The place seemed so much hers. Made for her. Perfect.

She heard footsteps coming towards box. Someone had come and unlatched it. Was calling out to her to come out. She dreaded leaving. Did not want to come out. She kept sitting there and someone called out again, this time in a louder voice and she rushed outside.

The box had been her hideout since childhood. The impossibility of the possibility of being trapped had always attracted her.