The story doesn't have ordinary plot such as conflicts and ending. Indeed it merely drew scene around my being that night. I posted onto Facebook's note then tagged some friends of mine. Among them, Yessi (lady on picture) left a comment that said: "I don't sure but the story gave me impression of hidden loneliness."
She was right. On that night, I missed my family and daughter. I missed to gather with people whom I love. Traditionally, Ied holiday is occasion for Indonesian especially moeslem, to return homeland from wherever they currently reside are for family gathering. Because of some reasons, I did not return to homeland but instead stayed in Banda Aceh town. I felt loneliness.
It came to my surprise because not a single word on that story mentioned my conscience, but any sounds or views paraded around. I described the world as how it showed through my eyes and how it heard through my ears. I would love to call it painting the nature scenery by alphabets.
She read things I didn't write!
I believe that one shall reflect conscience through any form of communication, in this case writing, although one doesn't describe it directly. It reflects through the description of scene or thought upon the world. Unique experiences through life shape unique conscience in each people. It contributes one identity.
Paulo Coelho once said on Twitter that people see the world, not as it is, but as they are.
I saw surrounding scene as I am, then wrote for Yessi to read. It was chance for her to track-back into my current conscience. My writing is ship for her to sail into my conscience, grab thing hidden there, returned with smile, then opened her hands showing me: 'look here... I found this... loneliness!'.
I was surprised that she read the unwritten story. Be careful if you are happen to be near this Yessy lady!
3 comments:
i just read what you've wrote, Sam :)
your first two paragraph are really show the loneliness. you can find it if you read the story with your heart, not only with your brain.
just try! read it once or twice more :P
one more thing, perhaps its also because i usually describe something same with your way when i feel lonely ;)
two thumbs up for mbak yessi!
although i haven't read your note yet, but i know your feeling...
damn!
deep down inside....
that loneliness is killing you too much, isn't it?
sometimes we feel it when our significant person far away from us....
anyway, loneliness is beautiful....
so, enjoy your loneliness........hehehe
@Yessi:
Since long time ago, I've been believed that writer, aware or not, reflects his conscience through writing. The world (surrounding) is showed uniquely through each eyes thus people re-tell the world by unique way (even by unique time). It then become writer's identity, thus on some point, you may guess writer on any of writing.
@Vany:
Hopefully I can gather with them soon :-)
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