Short Story:

“Language of Love”

 

She hastily took a piece of paper with a sandwich in it and ran toward the door. Stopping for a while, trying to put on her shoe she glanced over the words carved on a wall hanging. After successfully putting on her shoes she rushed toward the door. It was not for the first time that she was getting late for her job. She nearly ran toward the corner of the street, from where her van used to pick her up. It was a pleasant morning. The Sun was trying to make its way through the clouds while the wind didn’t seem to help him since it blew the clouds back. Everyone was in a hurry; few were rushing towards their offices while others were accompanying their children on the way to their school. The Chirping of the birds was overcome by the sound of traffic horns. It’s the time of the day when everyone is excited about the upcoming adventures of the day.

 

As she was having her breakfast while waiting for her van she saw a beautiful little girl in a school uniform standing near her. The girl was looking at her as if she knew her. Suddenly a school van stopped near that little girl and the girl rode away. Eliza became curious and delighted at the same time at the act of that little girl. In the meanwhile, her van arrived and she started her journey toward her office.

 

The next day as Eliza arrived at the bus stop a bit earlier, she noticed the girl standing there again and looking at her with the same glow in her eyes as it was there a day before. Eliza smiled back at her and she could see the joy on the girl’s face. Eliza felt contented as she became the reason of someone’s smile.

 

Now, this event became a part of her daily routine. Eliza was always there waiting for her and she started arriving a bit earlier at the spot in order to see the joyful face of the girl. This routine continued every day except on the weekend.

 

One Monday as Eliza arrived at the Bus stop she noticed the girl standing there at the side of the road where Eliza used to wait for her van. And today she was there with her mother. Eliza greeted her mother and smiled as usual at the girl and both left for their respective destinations.

 

Next day when Eliza arrived at the spot the girl was not there. She became worried about her, but there was not a single way to communicate with the girl or to know the reason of her absence.  That was the day when Eliza realized that, that little girl had changed everything about her. She used to be the girl who never cared about anything and anyone but that single smile of that little girl meant everything to her. That smile let her forget her worries. A Smile is itself a therapy when it casts its spell, it breaks all other magic.

 

On the very next day as Eliza went to the spot she was delighted to find the girl there already waiting for her anxiously. As she approached her she asked her mom about her absence and her mother replied that”Muskan was ill so she took a leave”. “Muskan”, Eliza recalled, “So that’s what her name is, as pleasant as her cute little self”, refreshing smile illuminated her face. That day she felt a strong desire to talk to her and to know more about her.

 

She tried to accomplish that goal a few days later as upon seeing the girl she greeted her but in response, the girl spoke nothing and smiled. After thinking for a while she again asked Muskan about her school, in order to start a conversation, but she didn’t reply instead she stood still looking at her. Eliza changed the question and asked her about her favorite cartoon character but still Muskan, with her “Muskan on” replied nothing.  That made Eliza curious and worried at the same time. She sat before the girl looking at her for a while.

 

As she stood up Muskan’s mother approached here. Before she could say anything a tear rolled on her cheek.  “Muskan really likes you, She always waits for you before she could leave for school.”, “But Why, I mean, I never talked to her, Is there any reason for it?” Asked Eliza curiously.

 

“Yes there is, and it’s the smile, whenever she smiles at you, you always smile back at her.”, Eliza looked at the girl who was still smiling, “But why she never spoke” asked Eliza, “Because”Muskan’s mother replied with a sigh “She cannot hear, nor speak, she is deaf and a mute”.

 

Eliza was startled! Eliza never talked to her never ever communicated with her but then how could she think her to be the only one who could understand her. Muskan’s mom deduced her thoughts and taught her something she didn’t know and she never considered, “there are many people around the world who cannot understand your language but it doesn’t mean you cannot communicate with them. You can easily communicate and make them understand if you know the language of love, kindness, and affection. And that is the only reason Muskan without knowing what you are saying, can still understand you. Sometimes being deaf is a blessing as words hurt more but knowing to communicate in a language of love is more than a blessing. And as love begets love, both of you are blessed,” Muskan’s mother continued to speak while all Eliza could recall were the words carved on that wall hanging near her front door, which for the first time were making sense to her “Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love”.