Chapter 1: Fear can be Finding...
When Silence Speaks
Dineshree N. Pakiry
Fear can be binding; it holds us captive to an illusion of life.
I shall always remember this. Nothing brings greater loss than fear. It is a virus that devours the very core of the Soul. When we do not fight it off and restrain its travels, we lose the essence of who we truly are.
Perhaps, I was never given much room for fear. The possible in my life was always filled with everything that the norm shouted impossible. Everything of my normal was defined as paranormal and so I was tossed to the quadrants of an outcaste. From the very conception of my ability to understand, I was always aware of the stirrings around me. And for this reason, it was always what I deemed as normal, so I accepted it all as life, my Life.
When the winds whispered secret rhymes into my ears, I listened; I sometimes giggled but accepted their whisperings. As such my malady began. We are all born with it, this madness, it is that which was once called innocence, a bond we hold with the Universe as children and then we fall prey to an already lost society and slowly fall away from the bond, deeming it wrong and insignificant. And yet, there is only everything significantly right with it.
Oh fiddlesticks, I am blabbering on here I believe, so let me reduce your confusion and tell you my tale then…
I am Parinee Kezia Nagrah, which, if you figured out from that, makes me a Gypsy-Punjabi hybrid. I have always been awake to the richness of my distinct heritage and radiated in its intensity.
Growing up in the culture blossoming fields of Farishthana, I have been one with Nature since my toes could wriggle upon the dew-drenched morning grass. Life was simple here when the winds began whispering to toddler me. Oh, but how tenderly they sang and I loved it.
I loved that they told me stories and sang soft rhymes to me, by the time I was 6 I could hear them with an absolute clarity. They revealed to me the juiciest fruit, coolest crystal waters, the friendliest of animals and sweet secrets of the land.
This is where I learnt that Nature hid so much of itself out of fear for us. We feared them, they feared us and so we failed to see the truth of each other.
By the age of 7, I could speak to them, well not like people spoke to each other but, how do I explain this: Well I understood them and they me. Everything about the revelations of Nature, the Lands, and the Universe was awe-striking and so beautiful. Thus began my journey. I felt the air, wind and earth burning inside me and I understood even at that age that we were one.
My family was never against my interaction of this sort. Although, my older sister felt me too weird for her company, but that was just the way Muskaan was, selective about everything in life.
My brother Pawan was the opposite, even to this moment, I know he would willingly sacrifice many a normality to be by my weird self.
He was my protector of sorts, accepting me as I was for all I am, no question, no judgment. My shield against a world that still does not understand me. Life in Farishthana was heavenly.
Even when I was alone, I could feel the caring of the Universe, and She cared with a profound truth. This was my home, my place and I belonged.
But….
