This is a blog about the shades of life... This is a place where I Vanish when I am away from the world... This is a place where I come, have my little portion of bliss, relax and then go back to the same old ugly realities Of life. From the world outside, this is my vanishing point!
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She stood before the mirror. Her face, pale. Her color,
yellow. Eyes, sunken in the sockets. She was so lost that it took a few moments
to realize it was her in the mirror. She had become scary. She touched her face
and then touched the mirror. Taking a deep breath in, she accepted the ugly
reality, it was her. Loneliness whispered in her ears. Sadness stood beside
All alone, she was there, thinking why was she left all
alone. Why did she had to face all of this, why was fate so brutal. She stood
there. Her life ran through her mind. She wanted to cry. She wanted to shout.
She wanted to do something. But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t shout. It felt
like every emotion was stuck inside, deep inside. So deep she couldn’t take it
out. She thought it was now a part of her. Enriched deep inside her soul.
Next moment, she couldn’t breath. She stood up and tried to
open the window. Fresh air came in. sunlight came with it. A realization hit.
She had’nt seen sunlight since a long time. She stood before the window taking
deep breaths in. She put her hands in her hair. They were the only thing left
in her body that was still beautiful. Thick, brown, shiny beautiful hair. Sun
light made them look even more beautiful. She looked at her hair and smiled.
That was her first smile after a long time. It felt like years that she had’nt
used this expression. She felt good. She stood there and thought, is it necessary
for the world around me to be okay so that I feel good? Or am I enough for
myself to make me feel good? When fate is’nt that brutal, why am I making it
seem so brutal? If I can smile now, I can do anything.
Those were the last moments of her misery, sadness, grieve. She
had realized she was important too.
Inspired by a writer, I attempted this, hope you'll like it. The place where I took inspiration from is THIS. She is an amazing writer!