How do I know about all this? Well, being nosy helps
but so does unveiling your own demon. See.
“Yesterday, it wasn’t really you. Who was he?” I ask
Omar and allude to one of his recent tantrums.
Omar gives me a quizzing, and not so friendly, look.
“You were shouting and fighting. Seems like you have
a personal demon that arrived and took over. What’s his name?”
Omar is now eyeing me menacingly. I add, “Just like me.
I too have a personal demon. I call her Demoniya”
“You do? She has a funny name” Omar laughs.
“What do you
call yours?” I ask.
He thinks for a while and comes up with, “Cooky. I call
him Cooky.”
We start discussing our respective demons; we want
to know what they look like, when they come, when and how do they go away. Making portraits of our demons seems like a
good idea and we sit down with a box of crayons and some paper.
“Cooky comes
when I am angry, so then I shout, scream, and fight. He goes away when he
becomes tired of crying or fighting,” Omar tells me about ‘Cooky’ as he draws ‘his’
six eyes and three fire spouting mouths.
“Why does your Demoniya come?” he now asks.
“There is no particular reason. She is a sad demon. She
cries and sits in a glass-house?” I say as I try to draw ‘Demoniya.’
“What’s a glass house?”
“When you are sitting in a glass house, you can see
people but you can’t hear them. Likewise people can see you but they can’t hear
you.”
Omar gives me an uncomprehending look and decides
to ignore the glasshouse bit.
“She is so funny. Why can’t she fight like ‘Cooky’
does? Anyway, when does she go away?” he now asks.
“She goes away whenever she wants to. But eating hot
cereal helps. Sometimes coffee also makes her go away.” I tell him and realize that
‘Demoniya’ is socially impaired.
Omar, however, thinks ‘Demoniya’ is not very
impressive. The demon that sits in a glass house, craves hot cereal and black
coffee can’t really be as majestic as Omar’s fire spouting ‘Cooky.’
But we now know about Demoniya and Cooky. And this
feels good.
You can’t get to know someone without befriending his/her
demons. I mean, not really.
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