Her face reflected chaos of grief,the glasses of her facade had shattered,piercing the very self she wanted to protect. She ran inside the bathroom,without changing her clothes,without answering her mother,and shut herself in. She cried to the floor,as if it was the only thing that could listen to her and offer comfort. I wanted to comfort her,but she couldn't see my hands as they tried brush her tears away.
Who was this familiar stranger whose grief sent aches of sadness in me?
Her tears dried out,and she slowly walked out of the bathroom and she lay on her bed, slowly drifting to sleep. An escape she sought. Her face told me she was aware of her pain in sleep,though it was numbed by it. I walked quietly towards her,she reminded me of a younger sibling I might have lost.
"Sleep,little one" I told her,gently,smoothing the worry lines on her forehead." You are going to be just fine"
She curled up in the bed like a cat,and sighed as she drifted to a more peaceful sleep.
Or may be at that moment she thought she had no other option left but to just turn in. Exhaustion is a mofucka,and its hardly physical.Loved the piece.The ending riff was magical.I can feel its power since something tells me the publication has more to it than what meets the eye.
ReplyDeleteYes,there is more to it than what meets the eye :)
ReplyDeleteWhy does this girl seem familiar from somewhere?? Its uncanny but I can't seem to get of rid of this feeling that I know or have known her...
ReplyDeleteAnyway, about the work, very nicely done Ashu... "Her face reflected chaos of grief,the glasses of her facade had shattered,piercing the very self she wanted to protect."
I loved the opening... but still, that nagging feeling won't go away >_>
You do know the girl ^_^
ReplyDeleteYou guys :D
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