Somewhere in the hot, red sanded desert there was a blinding storm that made the clear sunny day seem like dusk. The gushing wind was unforgiving to any object that wan't held grounded. Amid the whooshing noises of wind was a flutter of scarf trying wildly to detach itself from over her shoulder as she moved towards the sun based on her latest recollection of the clear sky a long time ago. There was a deliberate intent in each of her steps that fought back the wind. She was tired and had already given up twice in her mind.
"There's no use in moving ahead"... a voice in her head exclaimed to her, "you don't even know if you are going in the right direction" She kept moving.
"It's already too late, you will never reach there in time. Give up..", the voice tried again.
She had listened to the voice before on several occasions and have regretted it afterwards by falling down further in her own eyes. She had never used the powers bestowed upon her by the universe and so have never known who she truly was. That voice had made her believe that she was nothing but a weak and an unfortunate creature.
Today was different. A new voice woke up inside her and whispered something.
Such a warm expression of human dilemma and finding you voice amidst your own chaos. Loved it. I would love to see more posts from you Sourabh.
ReplyDeleteNice!!! that voice is know as Inner Critic....waiting to hear the new voice though...
ReplyDeleteAnd the new voice whispered 'Load nhi lene ka life main, lets take rest for some time and then will decide'
ReplyDeleteWow..... Just wow
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