Every-day she knelt before the Almighty and prayed,
with utmost sincerity to live this life at its fullest. For bestowed it was upon her with mercy and grace by him and none other. She begged for wisdom to conquer the one thing that kept her awake into the darkness of nights.
Today was the day when paths would cross of two strangers whose existence didn’t matter to the other. For every treason there exists a reason and you would know if you looked a little closer.
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Curled up like that of sphere now rose her inner fear. Little by little time drained like slipping sand as she held on to it in vain. She had hoped for a miracle unsaid, that now she knew would live in her dream’s bed.
There exists a miracle every life craved to fulfil which another caved. It was the destiny that stars claimed to be another’s miracle that you fade.
A little she knew when she laid upon what she assumed to be her final bed. Into the darkness the wheels rolled introducing her to the intermediate phase between life and death.
A slumber too quite she slipped into as her lids descended, curtaining the lurking shadows and the faint light. There was too much to accomplish and too much to lose. All these possibilities, so many little possibilities……..
Harbouring these possibilities, as she finally gave into the endless hollows she felt her fingers being caressed. A cold touch had sent shivers down her spine. The feeling of death she assumed……….
The dark room which was illuminated by a centre light was crawling with people donned in green robes. With two beds one beside the other, right beneath the light that showered the last hope. They fought a battle along-side the ones lying. One might wonder as to why someone would fight a battle by lying peacefully. It the only one of its kind battle, where one fights neither to be at peace nor run away from the harshness of the world, but rather run towards it.
The periodic sound that was meant to fade away, persisted and the other like that of rippling water resonated to unite with its surface, that being none other than silence itself. As the mortal gods let out sighs of despair, for the immortal one had acted upon a plan that had contradicted theirs. No sooner did they grasp the essence of time than did they seized at the opportunity bestowed by this serendipity of life. Overwhelmed by emotions of joy and grief, for not all was lost to their moment of disbelief.
Ruthless pragmatism is what was needed to avoid a fate the other had seized to.
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The feeling of nothingness lingered as the screeching door dangled. The beeping pitch was an annoyance, no less than the clattering heels on the polished marble. The chatters of voices that stirred no memory irked the mind to recall. The familiar smell that lingered induced a sense of nostalgia.
Her mind taunted her at the irony of the situation for even death made her feel alive. She mocked herself for reviving memories, but she remembered her dear grandmother’s word as to how a person’s whole life flashes before death. A chance to relive her entire life in a moment she thought. Her farewell present from this world.
As her eyelids fluttered like that of a butterfly for the final glimpse. A light as bright as the summer sun peered causing her to flinch. Followed which voices that screamed and echoed in despair or joys she couldn’t figure. Regardless that voice kindled a flood of memories from childhood to this day and warmth into which she indulged, as she made a deliberate attempt at regaining her senses…………
“A Miracle…..” she whispered as tears rolled down those soft wrinkled cheeks….
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The choir sang in the praise of the almighty, as she bowed in the midst of a crowd of believers. “Thank you…..” she murmured not knowing a way to convey the feeling of overwhelming gratitude that her heart harboured.
She recalled that precious moment when she finally regained consciousness and saw her mother weeping tears of joy.
Who was to know she would be the one to be bestowed with a second chance. She looked through her memory with a fine tooth comb to find the deeds that certified her deserving for such a reward……. However that was an irrelevant matter now. What she had done cannot be changed but what she could do, she resolved to not waste this opportunity she received.
As she bowed her head for the last time before the altar after lighting a candle as a mark of a new beginning she had a brief encounter with a young woman whose black attire told the story of her loss. She clenched something in her hand so tight as if she were holding on to her very own life. She opened her palm to reveal a ring which matched the one she wore to the intricately carved string.
A flashback she dived into when she was kissed by shadows of death she thought, could that be a cold metal her mind warned. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard her name being called by the woman who sobbed….she said “Please take care of my beloved’s heart………”
“Oh how I wish I was the one to leave, for until now it never struck.
I am Guilty of Praying to thee not for a life that was not mine to own, but another’s to be sold.”
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