I left you on the shore: To wash yourself, to let you live your life
your way. I left you there because I saw no other alternative. I left you there
because it was the only way for a peaceful existence. I left you, yes I did,
because that’s what you wanted. We’d been trying so hard for months to fit in,
to make it work for us, but it never did. We were always weirdos for the
world. And it is the bitter truth that the world doesn’t want diversity if it
threatens them, it only desires diversity that it can co-exist with,
understand, and if required overpower. There is no place for two green skinned
humans to survive here. There is no way we would be accepted for who we are.
The world here works in weird ways you see - humans are divided into so many
divisions of race, caste, sex, nationality and so on that it at times makes me
wonder if they do really remember their true purpose, their true nature. I
guess we’ll never know. It as mystic to us as we must be to them, if they knew us.
But they don’t. Nor will they ever know.
You remember when we first woke up to our reality? How
frightened we were? How afraid of not only ourselves but also of the world we
were? I remember you said you felt “different but in a mixed way”. I’ve always
wondered why you said “different in a mixed way”, it wasn’t until our argument
few days ago that I realized what you truly felt. I did know but I didn’t. I
hope you get it, because it is the only way I can put it in words. Your elation
at discovering that we were the ones who were supposed to better life here was
un-miss-able. You sang your plans to me for a long while. After that, I saw you
grow sad. I didn’t comprehend. But now I know, I feel your inhibition and I’m
so sorry to say that it is your inhibition which has made you leave. To be frank, I understand the world doesn’t
want to see us for who we are or get to know us, it just wants us to get into
the existing groove of monotony that their lives are. So we paint ourselves. We
paint ourselves every weekend from head to toe in paint, into a colour that not
only covers our skin but also makes it impossible to distinguish us from other
humans. I remember when once the post man saw a little of green on my palm he
cursed at me and threatened to shoot me. This was when he wasn’t even aware of the
reality of my green skin. We have to live a false life. We have to.
To be honest we were doing so well. Waking up every morning,
getting dressed, going to work, coming back and sleeping at night. We had fit
in amazingly when suddenly you began to feel different about our mutual plan of
living as normal humans do. You started yelling about “not fulfilling our real
purpose”, of being sucked into the luxury, of forgetting our roots, our mission
here. You wanted to remove the paint, go out in the green coloured skin and do
the work you were supposed to do. You wanted to be yourself and were tired of
putting up a facade. But. What you don’t realize is that this is the only way
we can survive. This is the only way we get to live. If we bared ourselves to
the world we wouldn’t receive appreciation, admiration or anything positive
that you have in mind; we will instead be ridiculed, punished, interrogated,
looked at with suspicious eyes, be subjected to researches and tests. We won’t
be able to live.