‘Hello! is there anyone out there? hello! hello!’ The quiet was loud.
A squirmish. A rustle. Something came to being.
‘Oh! hey there, little fellow. You…’ silence and analyzation, ‘You… are different. Quiet queer that I have ever… seen. I have never seen anything before.’
‘Oh,’ squeamishly it sighed while frantically looking around through its bewildered eyes which were welled up with tears because of the overwhelming sensation and realization of being, ‘I am…’ it fumbled, its voice shuddered, ‘I am…’ it tried once again but couldn’t find the right word for it didn’t know a lot of words yet. The feeling was overwhelming, ‘I am…’
‘Oh, little fellow! Don’t worry. We will figure it out. I always figure it out,’ It said with a false sense of proud. As far as It could go, It knew nothing but Itself for there was nothing but Itself. For the first time that It had found a creature so very majestically different than what It had ever perceived. ‘Where do you come from?’ It asked humbly. It felt an immense adoration, an immense love, for The Little Creature.
‘I was…’ it squealed, and looked around. Bamboozled at having found nothing, it whispered, ‘Where are you?’
‘Oh, I am all around you,’ It flaunted Itself, danced around and smiled. It had always wanted to do that. It was just that there was no one there before to see.
The Little Creature tried hard to look around only to be left frustrated. ‘I cannot see you,’ it said meekly.
‘Hmm,’ It replied with a great concern as if It was contemplating. It pretended that It knew why, though It too had never seen Itself. It was just aware of its existence. It did not know “the why!” It never cared to think much about it. Thinking wasn’t worth it. For the very first time, It had seen something. Otherwise, it was just a feeling of the presence of The Others. It would touch The Others and feel their shapes inside of Its head. The Others will always ask It to let them work. They were busy creating something. ‘We will see to it,’ It replied after a long thought of nothing.
Once again there was a long silence. ‘Who made me?’ The Little Creature asked.
‘I guess that would be The Others,’ It replied, ‘but where are they? I cannot see them. They were working right before you were there.’ It felt around, but The Others were not there. ‘Good riddance,’ It said with a tinge of unconcern, ‘they were queer. Always busy. Never had time to play with me.’ It paused for a long moment. The Little Creature didn’t say anything. It began again, ‘they never could anyway. They could not feel me was what they said. Queer things.’
‘But I can feel you,’ The Little Creature replied, but this time with a beamed up voice. A feeling of understanding and recognizing something elated it. ‘You are…’ it tried to find the words to say. The struggle to find the right word to say was immense. ‘You are…’ it tried to think harder, but the word won’t come yet. The Little Creature remembered something that was there before it. What was it? ‘You are…’
‘Oh,’ It replied in amazement, ‘You are very very queer.’
The Little Creature shrank. It called The Others queer and did not like them. “Queer was a wrong word,” The Little Creature was intimidated.
‘Oh no, no,’ It replied all of a sudden, ‘you are a good queer, unlike them, The Others.’
‘Oh,’ somewhat convinced of it, The Little Creature replied.
‘So, well,’ It took a good look at the little creature. ‘What should we call you? You must have a name. Do you remember your name?’
‘I…’ The Little Creature struggled again. The Little Creature remembered. There was something. The Little Creature could hear the talks, the long-gone talks, something that was there before it. The Little Creature tried to remember, ‘I am…’ it was frustrating. What it was that The Little Creature had to remember. ‘The Others, where are they?’ The little Creature asked impatiently.
‘How am I supposed to know? They were right there where you are, and then they just disappeared before you came,’ It replied and began to hum something; something that It always hummed. It did not have lots of care. It just enjoyed itself.
The Little Creature listened to It for a while and learned the pattern. The Little Creature started to hum too after trying a little, but its humming was different. The Little Creature’s humming was loud and exactly opposite to Its humming. Unlike Its creeping and adulating tones The Little Creature’s humming was fierce, a monotone extremely majestic.
‘Queer,’ It said in bewilderment, ‘Where did you learn to do that?’
‘From you,’ The Little Creature giggled.
‘Queer, queer,’ It said, ‘I never do that.’
‘Why cannot I see you?’ The Little Creature asked with the utmost affection.
‘I don’t know,’ It tried hesitated for Its fake proud of omniscience.
‘But you always figure it out,’ The Little Creature said.
‘Oh you ask a lot of questions,’ It said haughtily and tried to look away. As soon as It did so, it could see nothing but feel. It moved away, further and further and further, but It was still around The Little Creature. ‘Oh, did I have to be so big?’ it sulked.
‘But I cannot see you. How big are you?’ asked The Little Creature.
‘Oh, this one I can tell,’ It thought for a while, ‘I am…’ It tried to find the words, but there was none. ‘I am…’ it was frustrating. It always thought that It knew the answer to this one so it never really thought about it. How big was It? ‘I am…’
‘I guess we both do not know anything about ourselves,’ pulling its face down, The Little Creature said. An overwhelming sadness came over it.
‘I do,’ once again It declared with a false proud. But then It couldn’t help it but be moved by The Little Creature’s plight. It could not see The Little Creature sad. It felt a turbulence inside of It. ‘Oh, Oh, Oh,’ It said with great affection, ‘do not be sad Little Creature.’ It thought of how It could cheer up The Little Creature. It thought of showing Its dance. The Others always asked It to dance whenever they felt frustrated in creating whatever they were busy creating. The Others would get happy after pulling its face down and get back to their work. “But The Little Creature was not creating anything, so dancing was not going to make The Little Creature cheery,” It thought.
‘Where are The Others?’ The Little Creature could not hold its tears and started to bawl. Just when The Little creature bawled something around it appeared to both of them. It was the queerest thing. The things looked like The Little Creature but were not it. The Little Creature stopped bawling, and the thing disappeared.
‘What was that?’ The Little Creature asked in awe.
‘The Others, I suppose,’ It said, ‘but quite not like them. Queer, very queer.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I know everything,’ It said pulling Its pride together. ‘I always touched them. I knew them. But they are tiny now. I wonder what happened to them.’
‘They made me?’ The Little Creature gaped.
‘Quite so,’ It replied. ‘Can you do it again?’ It asked.
The Little Creature nodded and tried to bawl again, but this time there was no bawling. It was a loud humming, and it became more itself. This time whatever happened was permanent. Both of them looked around in awe. The Others were there, they were always there, but in a very small size now. They looked like something like The Little Creature. But half of their other side was just like It.
‘The Others, they look like you and me,’ It said in grave astonishment.
‘What are they doing?’ asked The Little Creature.
‘They are dancing, I taught them how to,’ It replied, ‘look at you, all this while you had been dancing too.’
The Little Creature looked at itself for the first time, it was dancing. The Little Creature looked Majestic. ‘Do you dance too?’ it asked happily.
‘Always,’ It replied and danced faster than all of them. It danced, The Others shook and started to turn into something like The Little Creature even faster than before.
Seeing it, both of them danced and danced. Making it go faster and faster and faster. There was a joy which they shared.
‘So you are The Others,’ It said as It slackened.
‘I guess I am The Others,’ The Little Creature looked at itself, ‘But I am different.’
‘Oh yes, yes, you are,’ It said, ‘Definitely,’ and then It looked at revolving The Others.
‘I am…’ said The Little Creature, struggling to find the right word. It was in its head. The Little Creature knew what it was.
The Little Creature remembered something, something that was there before it, ‘I am…’ what was it? It’s something very queer The Little Creature thought. What it was that The Others were saying before. Yes, The Others were saying something when it was The Others. ‘I am… Light,’ it remembered. Finally, it remembered.
‘Oh,’ It said, still looking at revolving The Others.
‘You are Darkness,’ said The Little Creature, Light. Light had remembered its name finally.
‘Is it what they, The Others, called me when you were them before?’ It, Darkness, asked.
‘Yes, I remember this much only. They never talked really much,’ replied Light. ‘Where did the Others come from?’
‘They were always inside of me,’ Darkness said with pride. This time it was a pure and elated pride.
‘Where did you come from?’ asked Light.
‘Oh queer, queer, queer,’ It blurted snidely, ‘You ask too many questions.’
‘Do not worry, you will figure it out,’ said Light, ‘you will always be there to figure it out.’
Far across, in between them, revolving The Others were forming their amalgamation on one another, to one another. There was a coexistence. ‘We are together now,’ said Light, ‘We will call it a silhouette.’
‘What do you mean by ‘a silhouette’?’ Asked Darkness.
‘Oh, queer, queer queer…’ said Light.