Myself Sheesh and new to this part of the woods. My dear friend Nammu (World-of-Dreams) came up with this piece. I only added a small tail at the end along with a nice song dedication.
So here it goes...
She sat on the floor of her balcony with her hands making invisible patterns on the floor. Tears kept flowing from her eyes. She felt so empty and tired as if someone has sucked everything from her. The last thing she wanted, was to spend these precious moments of her life crying . She was going to die and she knew that. Nothing could be worse than knowing about one's death even before it occurred. Being aware of the future was probably the scariest thing ever and if it's about death, it kills a person even before one dies. Everything around her was quiet and it was suffocating her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to talk but her lips refused to speak. She wanted to laugh but she couldn't find any reason to do so. She wished she was strong enough to laugh at her own demise, to laugh at her Appa's efforts to console her, to laugh at her friend's attempts to make her smile but all these attempts of her loved ones only made her more weak and vulnerable. Pain was searing through her. She only wished to not let anyone feel her pain which was killing her even before she died. Her fears were killing her, fear of losing everyone she loved , fear of not being able to wake up the next morning. She wanted to sleep on her mother's lap and cry but she knew that her tears would only make other's weak. Her whole life came in front of her just like a movie screening. Her family, her friends, her home, her fears, her dreams. Everything . Dreams which would remain unfulfilled. Life, is indeed very valuable. She could actually feel it, how people fight for it every day, every minute just for just 'Survival'.
Just then, she heard someone calling her. She quickly wiped her tears and responded. "Coming Amma..." . She stood up and went inside her room and her eyes fell on their family photograph which they got clicked during their last vacation. She removed her eyes from it as the pain was unbearable and fixed her eyes on the calendar beside it. She wanted to tear it away. Every time she looked at it, she was reminded of the fact that everything was going to end just because a particular calendar has ended at one particular day. Tomorrow would be her last day. Everyone's last day. The twenty first of December. A day when world would come to an end and she would no more be alive. She witnessed the end of so many calendars but this time it was going to be something different. This time she would be facing her worst fear. Death. She would fight with it and eventually it would reduce her fear but again what was the use? She would die even then . The mere thought of clock showing twelve was making her drown in fear. The background music of the powerful movie played in her mind and tears started flowing . She could imagine the apocalypse.. People running on the roads and roads disappearing. Mountains falling, everyone screaming . Enough! She shouted "Amma...I'm scared! Are we really going to die?" She screamed and ran to her mother.
She went crying to Amma wishing all the time this would not be the last time sweet voices would be heard and everything would be engulfed by a deafening silence. Salt water would sting her eyes. Except this time it would not be her tears but the ocean itself. The ultimate rock music would play when the earths heavy metals would melt and flow like a sea into her bedroom.
Suddenly she felt it was all so poetic. That the reign of her forefathers had to end because the earth decided to change the geography. Nature decided to show everyone who was the real boss around here. She looked at the flower in her Ammas hair wishing that such a beautiful object would be created again. Except this time the color of it would be radioactive.
The best and worst part of it all. There would be no proof that she ever was. That a sweet girl who cared so much for things around her was even present in this erstwhile time warp. In short she wanted to matter. She wanted to be beyond the beyond. But all that was not meant to be. For the real mother of all had decided it was THE END.
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Shiv Shakti
