Very badly by a porcupine whose defense mechanisms were on full alert.
It was my fault actually.
The porcupine did not do anything, but I had tried to touch it. And that was when the quills came up automatically.
One stabbed right through...and I am bleeding right now.
Maybe I am in a melancholic mode, and somehow managed to pick up a book that I want to speak about.
It has been a long time since a book moved me to tears, especially one that is written for a target audience of between 8-12. But believe me, those of who who have read this, will understand the power of the theme the writer, Kate DiCamillo has put across so stirringly.
The title is " The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane".
Very simply, it is a tale of a beautifully crafted rabbit made out of fine china. The tale is narrated from this toy's (Edward) perspective. He was created prefectly, and thought that he was the best thing ever. He was so full of himself. He needed nothing and no one. He was incapable of feelings because he was just porcelain, but he forgot that he was breakable. But fate had a lot in store for him...and through a series of events, he learnt a lot about human values and feelings...and he learnt to love in return.
Maybe I am just in a soppy mood right now.
But that was something in the telling of such a simply story that made it deeply moving for me. While one wonders if Edward was actually worthy of love in the first place made me wonder about most of the porcupines I have known.
Some people crave for love.
Others have learnt to exist without it. It is the latter group that makes me sad.
Circumstances, past events, personal experiences have made the creatures fortify themselves so tightly that they will not allow anything or anyone in. They claim many things...like they do not need to, they don't want to,..and that emotions get in the way of the things they want. But they forget that negative emotions....well, are emotions too.
There is a deep , gaping void...
All that have been damned up will come crashing through if one reaches breaking point.
Just like in the story, his owner, Abilene said, " Be careful...He's made of china. He'll break."
When breaking point comes, sometimes, it is also a point of no return.
For me, I am running away from prickly porcupines at the moment.
They cause too much hurt.
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