The monotonous hum of the alarm clock was at once irritating as well as assuring. Irritating, coz it pulled her out of the loose slumber that she somehow had tried to grab in the wee hours. Assuring, as she realised what her closed eyes tolerated in monochrome was just a nightmare. Yet, as she woke up it all started coming back...the pain, the betrayel, the feeling of gropping in vacuum, and most of all the heavy feeling inside her head. The lady strided towards the window - the only feature in the room that spoke of life (though not within but outside). As she drew aside the drapes, the morning outside the window was no better. It was a sad rainy morning - the rains just gotten over and instead of the lush green...it was a stiffling grey that enveloped everything around.
The morning by the window seeming no good, she decided to leave it at that and go about with the day. An hour later she was munching buttered toast at the dinning table...sipping her cup of Darjeeling ocassionally. The hour that had passed between then and now had included her considering to draw a curtain on all this shit and she had nearly downed a handful of tranquilisers. What held her back in those final moments - lets not get into that...The hour also had her crying inconsolably as the shower jet blurred her vision and the cold water from the taps mixed so freely with the warmth of her tears.
But by then, the crying had made her head lot more lighter and the resolve came back to her. If this is what she had to call life...then she better make it look like life. She put herself together - a full workday lay ahead, then visit to the lawyer's and if need be to the police station. And yes, somewhere in the middle of all this, she decided to let that creep, her boss know that someone whose walked out of hell is not loose...rather someone who puts up with a creep might be a loser.
The day progressed in its usual pace. Only the difference being that the hours at work in the company of those few friends who understood passed way to quickly and those minutes at the dingy lawyer's office, trying to build a case seemed hours long. She had litereally grown wary of all this- repeating those moments of his insanity and her helplessness - time and again.
But still she counted today as a day of achievement. First, she could tell that jerk at the workplace the difference between a loose and a loser. Second, she had made friends at workplace. A bunch of women in her age group - some married, some engaged, while others happily single. It was interesting to get to her their takes on life. And after a chat with them by the coffee machine - she felt little less like an alien on this planet.
By the time she drove home, her conviction to live life the way it should be was stronger. The boundaries of survival that had once been rigidly chalked out by someone else were beginning to erode. This was her life - it ought to be her way. The past time was just to be treated as an ailment and she is now on her journey to recovery.
Next morning again the alarm sounded its usual time. Only now our lady woke up with a much fresher taste of life within her soul. As she pulled the curtains aside, a sparkling morning with yellow sunshine greeted her. The grey of the sky yesterday now replaced with an azure autumn. There might be still few dark clouds here and there...but overall it was a bright sunny day. A day to rejoice, A day to celebrate the festival called life
The morning by the window seeming no good, she decided to leave it at that and go about with the day. An hour later she was munching buttered toast at the dinning table...sipping her cup of Darjeeling ocassionally. The hour that had passed between then and now had included her considering to draw a curtain on all this shit and she had nearly downed a handful of tranquilisers. What held her back in those final moments - lets not get into that...The hour also had her crying inconsolably as the shower jet blurred her vision and the cold water from the taps mixed so freely with the warmth of her tears.
But by then, the crying had made her head lot more lighter and the resolve came back to her. If this is what she had to call life...then she better make it look like life. She put herself together - a full workday lay ahead, then visit to the lawyer's and if need be to the police station. And yes, somewhere in the middle of all this, she decided to let that creep, her boss know that someone whose walked out of hell is not loose...rather someone who puts up with a creep might be a loser.
The day progressed in its usual pace. Only the difference being that the hours at work in the company of those few friends who understood passed way to quickly and those minutes at the dingy lawyer's office, trying to build a case seemed hours long. She had litereally grown wary of all this- repeating those moments of his insanity and her helplessness - time and again.
But still she counted today as a day of achievement. First, she could tell that jerk at the workplace the difference between a loose and a loser. Second, she had made friends at workplace. A bunch of women in her age group - some married, some engaged, while others happily single. It was interesting to get to her their takes on life. And after a chat with them by the coffee machine - she felt little less like an alien on this planet.
By the time she drove home, her conviction to live life the way it should be was stronger. The boundaries of survival that had once been rigidly chalked out by someone else were beginning to erode. This was her life - it ought to be her way. The past time was just to be treated as an ailment and she is now on her journey to recovery.
Next morning again the alarm sounded its usual time. Only now our lady woke up with a much fresher taste of life within her soul. As she pulled the curtains aside, a sparkling morning with yellow sunshine greeted her. The grey of the sky yesterday now replaced with an azure autumn. There might be still few dark clouds here and there...but overall it was a bright sunny day. A day to rejoice, A day to celebrate the festival called life
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