The Declarations of an Orange

Chapter 1

The Philosophical Berry

'Can I ask you a question?'

'Go ahead!'

'What happened to your wife?'

'It's in the gossips, on everyone's tongue, didn't you hear it, after all?'

'I did but they make things up, right? I wanted to talk to you, I just didn't know how would you feel?'

'So you now know?'

'Know what?'

'That how would I feel?'

This was the moment when she looked directly into my eyes, and it wasn't just a glance, it slowly became a 'stare' and then awkward. I raised my eyebrows as I couldn't say anything to fill up the silence.

'I don't know, Orange. I was just worried.'

'I'm Okay.' I answered. I noticed her urgency as she slowly rolled around me forming a circle. She was, after all, a berry, and bluest of the lot I must tell you and she was beautiful and curvy. I was feeling depressed at the moment but I couldn't miss the nervous turmoil inside my juice. I am sure she must be juicy too, and this is where I let my imagination run wild, in which a really sharp needle pierces through her skin, and her juice erupts slowly as a globule and it just remains there and I could see the reflection of the world into it. It was a silly thought.

'I'm not feeling anything, Blueberry.' I spoke my mind, 'It's just that I always thought nothing could separate us, we were so close, and I never wanted her to go away.'

'Fate.' Berry took a deep breath, and she almost looked like a philosopher, 'Fate is like a fierce tempest in the sea, and you are the sailor. Would you remember the sea if you there were no tempest, no struggle to grasp breaths and bread, you wouldn't. The struggle makes the journey, journey, Orange. You don't cry.'

'I'm not crying', I interrupted her, 'Look there are no tears.'

'Deeper grief is a dry pain. There are no tears, just pain, endless effortless pain.'

Every time I look at a berry I begin to ponder that how a berry can feel so much, carry such deep thoughts in such a small body. I understand feelings don't carry weight yet they are heaviest to carry. But berries are just so small. I never heard cherries talking anything other than all the sweet red things in the world and lipsticks. I once sat with a group of melons, and I thought it would be nice, but none of them talked, I just sat there like an idiot for 3 hours. Apples are the most talkative in our kind, and they have amazing experiences to share. The place from where they come is a heaven of ice, as the good old men say in the fables. It is beyond imagination, the place of snow and songs, the beautiful Kashmir, the land of apples. I wish I could go there again and feel the icy breeze and roll down a mountain to never come back.

'You're right berry.' I didn't know Berry left me a long ago while I was battling with my thoughts. She must have said a few things, but it really gets hard to separate reality from imagination. I am having nightmares from the last couple of days. Human fingers peeling my skin off, and piercing their teeth in my flesh and spitting out my little hearts. I feel scared but more than scared, I feel lonely.

I was told not to talk much around, as too much talking makes us sour and sometimes bitter. I was told to make my 'Masters' happy, we call them masters, as they are the ones who grow us, nurture us, transport us, sell us and eat us. We can't afford to be bitter or we will be thrown out, our dignity snatched away, and we will rot on the streets luring wild animals to taste our juice and pulp.

I am not sure which city is this, but it's not beautiful. I came here in a big brown box, and luckily I got a seat near the small hole which they leave intentionally open for air, and I enjoyed the chilling gusts. I would stare at the outside world, with my eyes wide open, and my mind grasping all the imagery, big trees and mountains and dangerous rivers, and as far as remember I didn't blink for a second. I saw everything. Sometimes, I curse that I should not have gotten a window seat, as it nearly ruined my life. The truck driver stopped the vehicle in between a forest, and put another box of peaches adjacent to ours, the brown box also had a similar opening around its edge, but it was too dark that I couldn't see anything except eyes.

Yes, that's what it was. A pair of eyes, beautiful and painful, both at the same time, as it caused a heavy storm in my insides, as if someone has shaken all of my seeds at once, and it was that moment, our crazy truck driver drifted the giant vehicle in right side, and the Peach's attention caught me.

Posted on: Aug 9, 2017

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