Its over!
This was the thousandth time Iti was reiterating the words
in the last two hours. She checked her watch. It was 2:30 AM. The coffee was
cold now. She stood up and drained the cup in the sink of her tiny kitchen. She
made herself another cup and sat with an old book her mother has given her. It was
one of those books a teacher would gift a student after the latter has
repeatedly failed. Iti knew she was not going to read it but she liked holding
it. It reminded her of her mother. Mother she hasn’t met for two years now.
World was just more than perfect when Iti arrived in New Delhi leaving behind the big lanes of Chandigarh . This was the place she was born
and she was happy to be back here. She was the senior graphic designer at a
leading Ad agency. Staying over at couple of relatives for 4 months, Iti
decided to finally have it on her own. She found a little less decent lodging
as compared to her sprawling bungalow in her home town but the run with
struggle was something she had yearned for years. And to her amazement, she loved
it to the fullest.
The moment she began to know her reality of a dream
struggle, things begin to change. The flat provided nothing more than shelter,
independence was more of a baggage, and friends …forget it. She stopped talking
to her parents, her old friends and completely subsided into her own nut shell.
A shell that was too hard to be broken. At times the urge of calling some one
and cry loudly would come so strong but Iti always shrugged it aside thinking
how will she explain her unhappiness? How will she explain why her world was
falling apart? How will she explain her perfect life is not perfect any more? How
will she explain that she herself doesn’t know these answers?
So she kept quiet and moved on with the sleazy pace of her
life until one day when she decided to call the struggle off. No she was not
going to end her life. She was the last person on earth who would succumb to
the temptation of dying. She gulped down the coffee quickly which burned her
throat. But she was too busy to feel anything. For the first time in two years
she felt full of beans and began packing.
Where was she going? And why?
…wait for the next post to find outJ
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