She stared at the world
outside her window squinting her eyes to help her see through the fog. The
streets were empty and the trees were barren. No one was in sight. Everyone
seemed to have retired indoors to escape the icy chill of winter. Usually, she despised
the cold. Some winters, all she longed to do was slip into hibernation,
snuggled under the comforts of her warm blanket. She always battled the cold by
wrapping herself in multiple layers of clothing and sipping incessant cups of
hot chocolate.
This time, it was
different. She found herself opening the windows and inviting the cold inside
the chambers of her home. Somehow, the dreary weather outside seemed to be
aptly reflecting her gloomy mood. She had been living all by herself for many
years. Yet this was the first time she felt completely alone. She stared at the
decorated Christmas tree decked up in blue lights – it was a pretty sight but
she wished she had someone else beside her to admire the view. There was a
feeling of emptiness seated deep within her heart and she wished she knew how
to fill up that void.
The sun had set and outside
her window was that unimaginable and deserted vastness of night coming in. She
put on her coat and stepped out of the house to take a walk, hoping she would
be able to get rid of the loneliness monster that seemed to be hot on her
trail.. She walked alone without the company of another person or any of the
modern gadgets like her iPod or phone. She was armed with absolutely nothing to
distract her from her thoughts.
As she trudged along, she
became increasingly aware of her hatred for the cold. She hated the feel of the
cold wind gushing up her skin. Her nose was vulnerably frozen and she could
feel the hair standing up at the back of her neck. As she looked around, she
realized, once again, that she was the only one present. No one else was in
sight. Suddenly, hot tears started rolling down her cheeks. She could not
believe herself. What was she crying for? A lost love or a love never lost? Or
a love that never happened? She had no idea but she did not stop the tears from
coming down. She was tired of fighting and she just let them flow. Suddenly,
she felt engulfed by a huge sense of relief. Perhaps she wasn't as
frigid as the world perceived her to be. Maybe, there was still hope for
her. She found herself bursting with laughter at that thought and she let out a
hearty chuckle.
It was still misty
everywhere. Her vision was still blurred, on account of her tears and the fog,
but somehow she had a clearer picture than before of the way things were.
Winter was not as heartless as people described it to be – on a cold, wintry evening,
she had finally found a part of herself that she thought was long lost. It
was the best gift that she could have asked for! In the darkness, despite
chances being bleak, she had managed to stumble upon her light. It was a
Christmas miracle and it had come true!
Ah! Yes... Nothing like a good howl to put things back into good cheer!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas!
True...Sometimes a good cry is all that you need :)
DeleteHave a great Christmas!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you too, Ashok :)
DeleteWe are all too busy living the way the world expects us to live. Just letting the mask slip and living as the real you heals us faster and makes us stronger to continue the charade until the next time our heart allows us to be "I me myself". Loved your description of the season, Happy Holidays Divya :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Reshma :) Happy Holidays! The falling of the mask isn't an easy process - sometimes facing the real "you" is extremely difficult :) May we find the strength to drop the charade always :)
DeleteMerry Christmas Divya bua!
ReplyDeleteVery well written. Hope my Christmas wish also comes true as Christmas miracle as it did for the 'she' in ur story..
It made me feel all warm from inside <3
ReplyDeleteChristmas is all about gifts, hopes and dreams ... loved the piece ... beautifully conveyed :-)
ReplyDeleteHope you are enjoying the holiday season :)
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