Blissful Chaos

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She stared from her window seat at the pelting rain. Lo-fi played softly in her ears as she watched the droplets of rain slide tantalizingly down the window. There was a certain comfort the rain brought her. There was comfort in the cool breeze that filtered through the slightly-open window slit. There was comfort in the fact that she could hear the rain sounds filtering softly through her ears even though she had music in her ears. It was a heady mix. Rain sounds and Lo-fi.

She had a lot going through her head, however, that even her rain-induced ecstasy couldnโ€™t solve. Sheโ€™d received the e-mail a day before. We regret to inform you that your application wasnโ€™t successful. She remembered the smile that her lit up on her face. Sheโ€™d been sitting at the hospitalโ€™s waiting room then, waiting to see her Mom that was ailing and had been down with a stroke a week before. Even then the Landlord had sent a message that she would be kicked out the very day after the 30th if she failed to pay her rent.

But she smiled. One would think she was loony that goofy grin. But maybe if they looked a little closer, they would see that her smile didnโ€™t quite reach her eyes. It was a weird kind of smile, like a grimace and the bitterness etched in it soured her whole expression. Then the doctor had beckoned on her and told her that her mom would be fine, although she had to be under intensive supervision for the next couple of weeks.

Then sheโ€™d gone home and in a bid to take her mind off things called the one person that she had lived for, for nearly a decade to hear him say, I donโ€™t think I can do this anymore. I love you, but I... But she wasn't listening anymore. Maybe itโ€™s because the phone had slipped slowly from her anguished face and a smile had taken over.

She had these thoughts in her mind and even then, she smiled. But then she looked out the window and saw that the rain had stopped, giving way to those little drizzles that were so slight, they felt like snow. And then with a sudden burst in her heart, she leapt up and grabbed her Nixon camera. Cradling it softly in her arms, she went out with the only treasure she had in her world and paused by the bush that had grown in the backyard. Pausing by a delicate-looking plant with little droplets, like crystals on it, she marvelled and promptly began to snap.

She didnโ€™t notice the tears that started running down her cheeks. Or maybe she did but was oblivious to it. All that mattered was the beauty before her and the peace she hadnโ€™t felt in so long, sweeping her.


Hangeul


๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ฐฝ๊ฐ€ ์ขŒ์„์—์„œ ์Ÿ์•„์ง€๋Š” ๋น—์ค„๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ท“๊ฐ€์— ๋กœํŒŒ์ด ์Œ์•…์ด ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜์˜ค๋ฉฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ์•„๋ž˜๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๋น—๋ฐฉ์šธ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋น„๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์—๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋–ค ์œ„์•ˆ์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๋‹ค์ฃผ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ด์ง ์—ด๋ฆฐ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ํ‹ˆ์ƒˆ๋กœ ๋“ค์–ด์˜ค๋Š” ์‹œ์›ํ•œ ๋ฐ”๋žŒ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ท“๊ฐ€์— ์Œ์•…์ด ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ์™€์ค‘์—๋„ ๊ท“๊ฐ€์— ๋น—์†Œ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์€์€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์œ„์•ˆ์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์•„์ฐ”ํ•œ ์กฐํ•ฉ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋น—์†Œ๋ฆฌ์™€ ๋กœํŒŒ์ด.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋น—์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์ธํ•œ ํ™ฉํ™€๊ฒฝ๋„ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๋งŽ์€ ์ผ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์„ ๋งด๋Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ํ•˜๋ฃจ ์ „์— ์ด๋ฉ”์ผ์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ท€ํ•˜์˜ ์ง€์›์ด ๋ถˆํ•ฉ๊ฒฉ๋˜์—ˆ์Œ์„ ์•Œ๋ ค๋“œ๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์–ด ์œ ๊ฐ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค." ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์–ผ๊ตด์— ๋ฒˆ์กŒ๋˜ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ผ์ฃผ์ผ ์ „ ๋‡Œ์กธ์ค‘์œผ๋กœ ์“ฐ๋Ÿฌ์ง„ ์—„๋งˆ์˜ ๋ณ‘๋ฌธ์•ˆ์„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ๋ณ‘์› ๋Œ€๊ธฐ์‹ค์— ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋•Œ๋„ ์ง‘์ฃผ์ธ์€ ์ง‘์„ธ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋ฉด 30์ผ ๋‹ค์Œ๋‚  ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์ซ“๊ฒจ๋‚  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ๋ฉ”์‹œ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€๊ฐ€ ๋ฏธ์นœ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•  ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์กฐ๊ธˆ๋งŒ ๋” ์ž์„ธํžˆ ๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๋ˆˆ์— ๋‹ฟ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐก๊ทธ๋ฆฐ ๋“ฏํ•œ ์ด์ƒํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ์˜€๊ณ , ๊ทธ ์•ˆ์— ์ƒˆ๊ฒจ์ง„ ์”์“ธํ•จ์ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ‘œ์ • ์ „์ฒด๋ฅผ ์–ด๋‘ก๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ž ์˜์‚ฌ๊ฐ€ ์†์ง“ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์•ž์œผ๋กœ ๋ช‡ ์ฃผ ๋™์•ˆ ์ง‘์ค‘์ ์ธ ๊ด€๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„์•ผ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์—„๋งˆ๋Š” ๊ดœ์ฐฎ์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋‹ค์Œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ง‘์— ๊ฐ€์„œ ๊ฑฐ์˜ 10 ๋…„ ๋™์•ˆ ์‚ด์•„์˜จ ํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์— ๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ๋–จ์ณ ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด "๋” ์ด์ƒ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„"๋ผ๋Š” ๋ง์„ ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ...* ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋” ์ด์ƒ ๋“ฃ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋งˆ๋„ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๊ณ ๋‡Œ์— ์ฐฌ ์–ผ๊ตด์—์„œ ์ˆ˜ํ™”๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ€๊ณ  ๋ฏธ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ์ž๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋Œ€์‹ ํ–ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ผ ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์†์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ƒ๊ฐ์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋•Œ๋„ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ฐฝ๋ฐ–์„ ๋‚ด๋‹ค๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๋น„๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ์น˜๊ณ  ๋ˆˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋А๊ปด์งˆ ์ •๋„๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š˜๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ด์Šฌ๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๊ฐ€์Šด์ด ๋›ฐ๋ฉด์„œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋›ฐ์–ด์˜ฌ๋ผ ๋‹‰์Šจ ์นด๋ฉ”๋ผ๋ฅผ ์ง‘์–ด ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์นด๋ฉ”๋ผ๋ฅผ ํ’ˆ์— ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์•ˆ์€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์„ธ์ƒ์—์„œ ๋‹จ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋ฟ์ธ ๋ณด๋ฌผ์„ ๋“ค๊ณ  ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋’ท๋งˆ๋‹น์—์„œ ์ž๋ž€ ๋ค๋ถˆ ์˜†์—์„œ ์ž ์‹œ ๋ฉˆ์ท„์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ˆ˜์ •์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ž‘์€ ๋ฌผ๋ฐฉ์šธ์ด ๋งบํ˜€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์„ฌ์„ธํ•ด ๋ณด์ด๋Š” ์‹๋ฌผ ์•ž์—์„œ ์ž ์‹œ ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ์„  ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ฐํƒ„์„ ๊ธˆ์น˜ ๋ชปํ–ˆ๊ณ  ๊ณง๋ฐ”๋กœ ์‚ฌ์ง„์„ ์ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋บจ์„ ํƒ€๊ณ  ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์„ ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆฌ์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ์ด ๋‚ฌ์ง€๋งŒ ์˜์‹ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ–ˆ์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ˆˆ์•ž์— ํŽผ์ณ์ง„ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›€๊ณผ ์˜ค๋žซ๋™์•ˆ ๋А๊ปด๋ณด์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ํ‰ํ™”๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ํœฉ์“ธ๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋งŒ์ด ์ค‘์š”ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

Jhymi๐Ÿ–ค


This is my submission to the Dreemport Duo Challenge. And for a quick note, I translated a few of these myself.๐Ÿค—

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