Perception
" The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer"
Admist all the chaos,,she stood there motionless,,gazing at nothing in particular..The torrent of thoughts within Durga never sought to pacify..With every passing moment,,she pondered upon the upheavels and torment engulfing her...Unable to comprehend whether the weakness in her knees was an outcome of the denial to accept Dev all along or the baggage of revenge,,seemingly getting too voluminous to carry...Perhaps both!!!!
She sat down,,unable to surf through herself more...The cool breeze blowing constricted her facial vasculature...She stiffened,,remembering the sight of him,,laying drenched in pool of blood..Strange,,blood,,a mere body fluid or humor,,as they call it,,seemed as if its depth cant be deciphered...It never occured to her that a mere human body could contain so much of this fluid..The conflagration in her soul hugged her in murk...
There were days when she was Nitya..Nitya,,the lively,,the cute,,the sensible,,the mature,,the lovely...But most reckoning,,The Nitya whom Dev loved..But now,,there was only a halo of her remaining,,and that too ,,slowly vanishing..The mirror had way back shown her that she had a new identity at hand but today,,the introspection of herself with a conscience struck mind,,she met the new her...The predicament she never thought of,,gazed back at her,,mocking her for the lack of anticipation!!!
This was a never a game of white and black boxes with horses,,knight,,queen,,soldiers fighting amongst to succeed but this was a conquest of evil and gloomy with more devil and scathing..!!!!!!! Edited by anki08 - 11 years ago