Story of a heart

So, I decided to narrate my story. It's rare that a story starts with a conjunction, but being learnt since I was born, to work in conjunction with the system I am more used to it. I had functioned relentlessly for eighty five years and I thought I could rest soon, but I went through a sudden change and I had to start all over again. In the process, I ditched my old system and emerged into a new system. There's no limit for my delightment being able to function again with the new system, young blood, fresh thoughts and new world. I felt like I relived to get new experiences and live life once again to the fullest with new power from within. 

This is my first day with a new start, once after I recovered and attuned with new system and new allies. Seems I well reconciled with all except an intellect, who is trying to choke me from reaching but still I am willing to give some time to get along. Today I am going to give it a try with the intellect I have been speaking about, by taking a walk to share our conventions and considerations. It's a sheer winter morning and I could feel any less winter essentials let this cold weather drill down the spine. My intellect companion is being serene while walking, seems like enjoying his tranquillity and I am afraid that I should be the one to ruffle this state. I do not spare my reluctance to make my first move take over me and instigated the inner voice. When I am about to pump it up, I heard a chirping filled with agony which held me for a second and I am sighted with a small bird dropped out of its nest in some distance. The bird looked frozen and withered in mud and straw. A spark of pain stroked into me and wants me to hold the bird closer enough to absorb my warmth. When I am about to take the birdie into  the hands, suddenly I sense a strong signal mapping me out of my cogitations and scrambled me the other way. I know my intellect companion is magnificent at mapping and manipulating which capitulated my world of thoughts. I felt like I am being stringed by his moves. I left behind a part of me and started off from there trying to process my intellect companion's stabilizing factor when I felt completely distressed. 

We walked down, rationalizing our notions silently within. After being through a ruthless silence, we reached a pond surrounded by trees, though experiencing winter dormancy, still stood tall reminding us about their previous glory and hope to reclaim their lost eminence. The landscape soothed our irritated nerves and soon we shrugged off the previous incident and immersed into the surroundings. I call myself more an emotional kind rather intellectual, once again attempted to express my feelings to my intellect companion and this time some happy cryings and shouts drew my attention. I turned my gaze towards that direction and happened to see some children playing with a ball blissfully as if there is no end for their merry and nothing could avert their cheerful spirits. Seems I am the one who is always vigilant to catch emotions first as my intellect companion is very busy in calculating his own dynamics. The sound of cool breeze, shouts of children, chirping of birds, silent music of nature all working in harmony, giving a new symphony. My beats rising up and down in synchronous with the instincts of playing children. My amusement interluded when the ball bounced off the rim and about to hit us, its then my intellect companion quickly got out of his dynamics, brushed up on his kinematics evaluated the distance, time, trajectory and finally caught the ball without missing. I felt that he is quite an intellect and I couldn't stop myself appreciating his sharp neuron reflexes. A boy ran to us to get the ball whose filthy appearance upset my companion and when the boy tried to take the ball, he shook off with disgust, threw the ball far away and whirled in another way signalling his readiness to set off from there. I left another part of me in the boy's innocent eyes staring at us baffled, thinking what's in him caused revulsion in us.

 We moved from there impetuously, unaware of where we are heading, but certainly deep into our thoughts. My intellect companion needed a stress reliever and so he directed me towards smoke zone. A head full of puff aided to gain his conscious back, where I am gawking at him who is in some mystic trance though his reliever suffocating me a little. An old man running the place in that crowded lane, where people flood in and flush out all the time. My intellect companion paid him for his reliever and held up there to collect his balance bucks. The old man handed over the remaining and it caught us off guard, because the balance he returned is triple the amount of what we paid him. I could understand that his poor sight could be the reason for his oversight and when I set out to give back the excess; my intellect companion used all his wits to obviate my integral thoughts. After a series of silent signalling swung back and forth, I gave up on my instincts to his wits. Endothelin raised the pressure in me, but my intellect companion made his baroreceptors work his way. Though this makes no much difference to that old man, I could understand how he feels when he realise as I once subjected to such dotage feelings in my old system. I left another part of me with that old man and strolled towards a park nearby. My intellect companion met with few associates over there and they briskly exchanged their greetings. They swiftly and sprightly elevated the debate while I am engulfed in loads of emotions. My intellect companion expressed a smug hinting his mastery in persuasion. I couldn't catch his drift in any dimension and failed to figure out his mental picture. I am alive, but feel like drowned and died in my emotions. My inner voice evoked and makes an effort to enlighten me that I am surviving with no significance, I am emerging with no essence, I am striking with no substance and I am alive with no life. I am a void dominion and have no restraint to sustain in my new system. In old system I ran the gamut, I was the souvenir but now struggling to catch a breath and unable to cling with the mind games of new allies in the new system. You may be wondering who am I? I am a "heart" and I recently got transplanted from an old corpse to a young living corpse. The intellect companion I am speaking about is "mind" in my new system. My thoughts are burning and the fire in me flared up not to let the mind win over a heart, whose mind games are only his matters. I took control and set forth on the walk back to recollect my left over chunks, pulling the air deep into my bottom and the rejuvenated me, ignored the manipulations of mind and left him with no options other than chasing me. 

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