Gambling with Life

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In celebration of a new found LIFE

Posted by Rojit on December 1, 2011

In every despicable way the world looks at her, she sways down the road with no worry and no sense of guilty conscience or shame as the family living across the street puts it because the day has come when she is going to leave all these marks behind for all good. She has come a long way in her life. The fate had become dry and so had been her love life. Abandonment by her family had always been one reason failing her to stop her tears from running down and the present ‘her’ has already forgotten how to even spell tears. There was a time, when at the end of her working day, she looked at the mirror and the beautiful and serene face quickly turned into a black rivulet running down to her cheek as the kohl mixed with her tears. The only consolation patting on her shoulder from time to time being: the memoir of her childhood past sometimes revisiting her leaving her face, now slaked with ‘its’ thoughts, glisten with new hope of life filled with new found meanings and hopes! Today, she leaves behind everything to the clouds except this greatest gift which saw a completely new ‘her’. All the time, she knew not a way to cleanse her sold body, her skin time and again touched by many an unknown faces. The purity of her soul was all that kept her going despite the blind world who loves to loathe her to d worst. But none, not even her co-workers, knew that every night before sleep, she used to send out thousands of wishes to the Almighty asking not a dream guy to come and take her as almost all 24 year old gal would, but an angel to let resurrect her lost faith in her life. To every night of her working hours, she sold everything except even a morsel of her emotion.
The day, after so many ups and downs, has finally knocked at her door. As she is strolling and almost approaching her destination, she is now with all smiles believing that she could now rekindle her long lost fire of a real self with a real smile and a real life. Her bags are hefty but that don’t concern her. May be because of the two train tickets she has in her bag to a place far away from here are all that matter to her. With no lipstick, her dress attire is exulting a pretty woman who has just been liberated from a cold dungeon where self confidence and respect are certainly disposed off without a single thought. Now at the gate she joins hundreds of others who were also waiting for the same, but now transformed into a wicked crowd whose whispers have now become loud enough to be considered poignant. The shrewd ladies can’t help but torment her soul and the husbands just can’t help looking at her body which is now almost soaked with sweats. She cares none as this has been a routine exercise and somehow, she has learnt to close her ears whenever needed. The bell finally rings and the hustling sounds of the running kids can now be heard. There is happiness in everyone’s face. The murmurs amongst the crowd come to a standstill as they now start to call out names. By this time, she arranges her coif of hair, approaches towards the gate, elevates her heel and looks out for the one she has been waiting for. All this time, she has been on cloud nine and none could now deter her from running towards her dream. The gates are finally opened and one by one the gathered people start leaving. She has never had such a longing for something but today the seconds past seem to her ages. Finally, she could hear the faintest sound of steps of the person who is different from the rest. She could now even hear the words being called. The long lost tears finally got back and the tiny little such roll down her cheeks as she is being embraced. She remains being hugged for about 10 minutes and for the first time, she could hear herself cry. It was an emotional moment for her but none among the passersby could surmise it neither could her daughter who by now asks why she is crying. She doesn’t answer to her baby. She just looks up and and with probably the last teardrop on her face, she says, “Thanks for my angel..!”


One Response to “In celebration of a new found LIFE”

  1. Ronika said

    Very emotional yet so beautiful. U give life to the characters..Awesome.

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