Chasing Light...

It seemed like the end of the tunnel, the streak of light that she had been chasing all this while, running sometimes stumbling towards it with threadbare shoes and bleeding feet, seemed to have merged with the dark. The music that touched the strings of her heart once was now barely audible; the hope, the mystery, the undeniable pleasure that she found in both were long gone. There seemed to be a strange emptiness lingering in the air, and eeriness like hundreds of widows in black, mourning, wailing out aloud. The mustiness was making it difficult to breathe now, but she continued to move on now crawling through the murky waters.

It was not very long ago that her heart sang with the exuberance of a young girl, making her forget all that marred her past. She had a gift; she was able to block the unpleasant, banish the dark moments of her life, those that were nothing but blood and gore. It had to take a lot of effort on anyone's part to push her to relive those moments one night. It was a night of terror, tears and a heart that refused to beat on. It was a teary night when there was no desire for another morning; but she continued to crawl on, now barely able to get past her own shadow.

Facades! All facades! The laughter, not laughter but just the screeching sound of black shadowy witches circling around the old Banyan tree, celebrating the end!

It had been a while now; she had not been able to stroke the pages with ink forming words that were whirling around in her head all this time. It had been a while....

The woman struggling to find words, and the one with a treasure of words that she was unable to share with the world, the woman crawling through whatever was left of the land in front of her breathing her last few breaths; they were one! they had always been one - chasing light.....