“J.M? Like this?” I watched as his fingers wrapped on a pen moved smoothly on the crisp white paper.
“Yes like that except with a couple of curls and twists at the end of both letters.”
“Oh. You mean like those fonts they used in the 50’s”
“YES. EXACTLY!” Thank God he finally got what I was saying.
“Why didn’t you say so?”. He chuckled. “What’s this about anyway?” He said eyeing me.
“It’s just some ancient juju that belonged to my grandfather?”
“Hmm. I don’t see any reason why you’d sell it, what is it for?”
He tilted his head waiting for my response.
Honestly I didn’t know what I was thinking at that time, the words just fell out of my mouth.
” I want…to change the world.”
At first I thought he was going to laugh at me but he inched closer and stared deep into my eyes.
He didn’t blink. He didn’t roll his eyes. He didn’t even ask why.
All he said was, “‘are you sure enough that you’re ready to do that?”
I nodded. And all it took was a split second for him to nod back and walk away.
I watched him as his feet slowly brought him farther and farther from where I was.
I heard the click of a door knob opening and the sounds from outside rushing in.
He stopped before entirely closing the door.
“Before I forget…” he said as he threw a black tape like thing.
I caught it with my left hand barely recognizing what this object was or its use.
I looked at him, baffled by what I held in my hand and its significance to my goal.
He nodded encouragingly.
I looked at it again, studying its features. Of course. How can I be so stupid?
And everything just clicked together.
He believed in me.
No need for words.
I look at him and smiled. He got it all along.
What is the use of a typewriter without ink?
It would be like pouring out your heart into the pages of unseen beauty which only you can comprehend.
I never saw him again.
But I still try to visit the house often to check if he left something…a clue or sheets of paper perhaps..but nothing. Never again did he come back.
The last time I felt the most sure of his existence was three days after he left the house.
Beside me lay the most fragile object that my heart has been searching for all these years.
Though people doubted my capability and questioned me most of the time,
I kept writing.
Today they would still ask me:
What do you even plan to do?
Why on earth are you doing this?
What made you think that you’d be different?
And I look at each one of them and say the same thing over and over again,
If you had the chance to change the world, wouldn’t you?
No questions asked.
We all want the same thing.
Somebody just has to have the courage to start.