Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

Am I alive!!!!
Asked the lady to herself,looking at the blurred mirror covered with layers of dust.In the dim light of that room,her image was projected shadowy in the mirror. She thought,she is probably haunted by the feelings that she colud never explain anybody the root cause of her failure.The fragments of thoughts wandering in her mind,if she could have ever made sense to those,or transformed those into reality,she could have created something extraordinary.
Every night,she wakes up and wanders in the house,restlessly,checks each and every locked door window just to ensure her safety.She is lonely,she is trapped,sometimes she feels like she is caged in side,she uttered to herself "freedom is never free".
Everynight a storm  raises inside her,she becomes uncomfortable with the constant silence,everynight she feels the void ness of a carcass.
In the same room a corner is occupied by an almirah ,which was never removed or shifted neither being opened,though rest of the furnitures are often shifted by her to another positions..

But today ,she went to the almirah,tried to push it for shifting to another place.after a few minutes of constant effort,that almirah was moved aside.Behind the heavy almirah,aphotoframe was hanging,covered with a layer of dusts surrounded with cobwebs.she wiped the dust,and her reflection was on the glass of that frame.There were another image of her inside,depicting the best day of her life,ib which she was smiling holding an award for the best writer..
Few drops of tears rolled out of her eyes.She was making an intense eye contact with herself.Everytime she has wiped ,cleaned the layers of dusts lying on the mirror,but she never tried to clear her own blurred vision..she noticed the empty corner of the room ,where the almirah was kept a few moments before.the wall was not as bright as the rest of the walls,as it was deprived of light,air ,care ,cleaning ,dusting as it was hiding behind the almirah.it grew darker pale being blocked by the almirah..
She just realized,she is not caged,she is not trapped,she is just being temporarily blocked by her own almirah(mind) containing loads of emotion for so many thankless people around her..She felt that ,there are two tiny wings just emerged in her back,it began to flutter,there are some bubbles of thoughts inside her mind,which now started to come ,she began to feel weightless,she began to fly like a butterfly....