Mona Lisa
There were three types of people she knew. Doctors, Patients, and Nurses. She was listening to the person, the person who they called the" Doctor". From her long stay there she knew the other person was called the patient. They the patients were in pain some troubled looking some were hiding their pain. But she knew they all had situations the doctor will call the illnesses. Well nurses they seem to come in and out every now ad then for dozens of reasons. Every day the doctor will come the patients will come Nurses will come and go none of them knew someone else was looking at them too.
She or let's say it was a painting a copy of the famous masterpiece Monalisa. The only thing she knew was that she was a painting and was hanging on a wall in a place called a hospital.
All-day long what she heard were the medical, terms the doctors uttered and knew almost all of them a doctor would know. You may think that paintings would not have a memory span of a goldfish or any other small being, but you are wrong she was gifted with the most powerful memory of all.
She always had a question of why she could understand and why she could think or only is it her that could see everything around like this. But the ones who are known as patients talked about the things the picture didn't understand. They talked about things called the government, tax, police, money, love, and many more. She was eager, eager to know what they talked about, but there was no way.
A new doctor arrived at the hospital. Looking at the painting with a frown he said " Susan I can't stand that stare shes too much for me"
then the nurse replied " But sir its been here since Dr. Morgan "
" Take her anywhere you want... mmmm...... maybe to the ward. You understand...I want her disappeared before tomorrow morning Susan"
"Taking her now sir "
There the painting was sent to the ward, it was a pleasant place with dozens of beds and patients on them and the sunlight streamed in from the windows surrounding. She stood there in front of the hallway. People came and went some went happily but some were carried with wheels, some never came back. There she met the outside world for the first time through a TV. It became her new companion, she knew what politics was, what are taxes, and what real love was , thanks to dramas telecasted. But one thing she never knew, that she was a copy of a famous painting the whole world loved.
She never became sad that she didn't have legs like others nor did she wept for the fact that she couldn't speak or move but she had the gift of thinking...... there stood a happy painting in a hospital watching TV. The same old routine carried on in the hospital but no one took a glance at the painting. All were busy with their own work, little by little the dust invaded the painting time passed from days to years and turned to decades. Her vision faded, just as the voices did the last thing she heard was the slamming of the door in the ward and the rattling sound of keys. Cobwebs and spiders became her only companions. Her memories became nothing but a faded cinema. Days went by.
One day.... she never knew when she heard a voice from the other side of the door. She thought it must be an illusion. But the vices grew louder then a lock was cracked open, just like the old days the hallway was filled with voices but this time they seemed to be energetic and joyful. The painting was cleaned by a little boy the smoky light turned in to a brighter glistering light, once again she was able to see around. The painting was happy and excited to see a bunch of people after ages.
There she saw a face full of kindness waving at her " Hi mam Monalisa" Holding the painting he shouted, "Guys I'm gonna er....take this home zzz.... that al rite ?"
"Yeah sure ....no one needs her here any more dude ...." another boy replied.
The boy turned his head again to her and said " well.............beautiful lady ...... I'm taking you to my granddad's place .... they'll take good care of you !"
The boy carried the painting and hanged it in its old place for the last time, Children cleaned the old hospital, with machines she had never seen they talked about things she had never heard. Painting enjoyed the whole morning with the cleaning group. After everything was cleaned the boy who promised that take her home came and grabbed the painting and rushed away.
