She was tired. Once again, she found herself standing at the cross-roads. The
path that she had previously walked on had led her to a dead end. Dejected, morose,
and extremely fatigued, she felt like screaming her lungs out. It was alright
to scream. Her cries fell to deaf ears even when she screamed on top of her
voice. No one seemed to be listening to what she really wanted to say.
How had she landed herself in this situation? She wondered about what had
to be done next. Taking decisions had never been her strong point. It is never
too late to return – people used to say. She had managed to retrace her steps and
had landed at the intersection yet again. Once again, she had to make a choice.
Which road should she take? Should she take a new path and see where it leads
her? Perhaps, it would take her to those who valued her. At the same time,
there was also the possibility that the new road could still lead her to old
disappointments. Did she have it in her to handle another blow? She was not too
sure.
On the other hand, she could go back to the old road that led to her old
life.
Fighting the same old battle on familiar ground seemed like a safer
option. Perhaps, she should go back to those who might, someday, learn to value
her. Perhaps, she was giving up too easily. Change was a long, painful process
and she wasn’t even sure if she would get the returns from it that she desired.
Perhaps, treading on a new path was a futile attempt at obtaining something
that, probably, isn’t meant for her.
Who decides what is meant for you and what is not? A voice surfaced from
inside. She did not know who owned this voice. It did not soothe her. It only
added to her confusion. The time to ponder was up. It was now time to act. In
front of her, lay two paths. One path led her to her old life; there were
thorns on the way but she was aware of where those thorns were and she knew
which areas to avoid and where to walk. It would ultimately lead her to where
she had come from – a familiar life of hurt, despair, and monotony. The
other path demanded new actions and came with the hope of providing her a
different life, perhaps, the life that she had always craved for. Yet, it was
unfamiliar territory and she was completely clueless of the hurdles that were
strewn her way.
She took a deep breath. There was a determined look in her eyes that
pointed steadfastly at the two roads that lay ahead. She had made her choice.
She lingered at the cross-road for some more time before, finally, walking ahead
in the direction of her chosen path.
I hope she chose the new path!
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DeleteAhahahaha! Suspense!!!
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ReplyDeleteThanks Purnima :) :) Will just check it out!
DeleteThat sounds like me, except that there are two new paths..and the task of making the decision is mine.
ReplyDeleteI am sure you will make the right decision, Abha :) I hope to meet you soon!!
DeleteWow... that narrative was brilliant Divya... !
ReplyDeleteThanks Privy :)
DeleteBrilliant write-up Divya, its not always easy to make a choice...You have brought out her anxiety and dilemma really well...
ReplyDelete:) Thank you so much Reshma! Making choices is difficult but hopefully, in the end, it is all worth it!
DeleteWow.. That is well written :) great work :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sakshi :D
DeleteChoosing a path may be difficult sometimes:)
ReplyDeleteTrue :) But these choices are what determine the course of our life!
DeleteSometimes we do not know which road to choose :-(
ReplyDeleteBelieve in yourself! Trust your instincts - they are never wrong!
DeleteShe seems a really brave girl and finally she knows it! good! :)
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DeleteCross roads are very difficult places. I would have chosen the new one at a certain point in my life but now I think I might stick with the old one. A lot depends on what we have to lose when we make that decision. Good one!
ReplyDelete:) Thanks Meera....I think decisions change as per contexts...a decision that may have seemed wrong at one point may turn out to be the right one at a later point of time...
DeleteWhatever path we choose, it is an adventure after all :-)
ReplyDeleteVery true :)
DeleteDecision making is tought isn't it!
ReplyDeleteYes. Indeed, it is!
DeleteSo which path did she choose? I hope it was something which could or would inspire anyone reading this interesting story.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Divya! May you have many more to bless your memories with and to write about.
Blessings!
Ellen
Thank You so much for your wishes, Ellen :)
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