Bubbles

The weather was perfect to make bubbles, sunny and warm. So they fully benefited from the opportunity. But he was not with them. He was apart from them a lot apart.

Why?

This was because of his last experiences. Last time when they took soap  solution, dipped straws in it and  blew air in it he was not happy. He became happy when Joe told him that he would him his biggest bubble.

“Will you gift me that bubble?” he asked overjoyed.

“Yes, dear, I shall.”

And life became complete. Now the game became interesting. He could get hold of that beautiful they were making. They were colorful, and every bubble showed a different pattern and design on it. They were like small globes – globes of different sizes filled with happiness.

He was ready to hold these worlds in his hand. But who can hold a bubble without bursting it? No one can. So his attempt too resulted in bursting the bubble.  

This time he didn’t believe in Joe’s offer. He kept seeing flying bubbles but didn’t dare hold them in his hand. But when Alicia showed him her bubble on her palm, he could not resist.

So this is really possible. Joe was right I can hold it. Hope of holding the bubble even for a second became his motivation.

Without entering the game he requested Joe to make him a bubble. And Joe agreed.

He waited for the bubble earnestly. And in half a minute, Joe permitted him to hold one of the flying bubbles.

“This bubble is stronger and bigger than other. You can make it seated on your hand for some seconds.”

He heard the Joe’s voice but didn’t believe. Was it really possible? “Bubbles were not made for his hands”. His thoughts were haunting.

He heard Joe yelling over him, “Place your hand below it”.

He awoke from his suspicions. Excitedly, put the hand below it.

Will he be able to hold it?

The bubble was flying lower and lower.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation. That time world filled with a feeling between belief and disbelief.

And it touched his hand and…..

Burst.

It left him thinking the reason of it bursting.

May be it was because he was too enthusiastic about have it on his palm. And in his excitement he moved his hand speedily and made it burst.

May be it was because he based his happiness on water and air, and both are among most volatile things of world.

Or

May be I took too long to reach out for that bubble. I took a long in believing that a happiness has really approached me.

What was it?

Any idea?