Life to her was not a funny scenario she spent most of her time trying to figure out why life could be so cruel. Embittered by touch of the past, she laid depressed on her wooden bed she rested her head on her hands and relaxed her back on her sheet and stared at the ceiling all day trying to find answers to life’s questions.
Her life had been one sad tale after another, she grew up not knowing who her parents were, and she had lived in the world where the concept of love was not a trending phenomenon. She did all she could to shield her face from the blazing arrows of life that had pierced her heart leaving her bleeding in the boulevard of her quiet misery, she had no friends, no family, to chat and sing with, in the quietness of her little room she sang herself to sleep every night with no desire to face the world, she kept her pains, fears, depression, bottled deep down in her heart because she had created the world of her own and she would do anything to guide the world she had built
She felt detested, ashamed and ugly that she could not look anyone in the eye, she walked face down on the street, and she felt no one cares, no one had ever cared about her and even her own parents who gave her life deserted her. So why should anyone else care? She always asked herself, even when Mrs. Willy, her next door neighbour wanted to come close, she was shunned by Annie, she felt her destiny and misery were intertwined, she accepted her fate and continued shunning the world. She had no smile left on her face.
One of her lonely nights, a voice whispered to her why don’t you end this life of pain and misery, she kept tossing forth and back on her bed trying to shut the voice from her head. But it kept ringing in her heart. The cajoling voice succeeded in securing a place in her broken heart. Annie conceded, as if in a trance, she walked drowsily to her little cupboard and brought out a bottle of insecticide, she slid off the lid carefully, raised it to her mouth and gulped it all down in a jiffy. She was really happy to go anywhere else but this world. When one dies, all the pain would be over, she thought. She started feeling the rumbling in her stomach as if her intestine were being sliced into pieces. She collided on the bed and held her stomach with both hands as if it will help subside the pain. At some point, she could bear it no more, unconsciously, she let out a piercing scream that she herself shivered at the sound of her own voice, she heard the door creaked and someone knocked but she coiled on the floor like a wounded snake and kept saying to herself, “I don’t want any help, it’s just a matter of time, this pain would end”. Suddenly, everything started fading and she was no more.
She was running through a lonely path, clothed in rags and was stinking with dirt. A lady clad in white held her hand while she was sobbing and led her to a blue stream where her rags and tears were washed away. She was bathed in a rose water and dressed in a new attire and fresh scent. She saw her reflection in the crystal clear stream, she stood speechless, and she never knew she was so beautiful. The lady smiled lovingly at her, held her hands and looked into her eyes and said “You are a shining star! Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Every lady has a beauty that distinguishes her from the other. A beauty that is created for a purpose, to heal the world, and makes it a better place. Giving love to a dying world”. Annie felt renewed, as the lady in white said your past is now a story to help shape your future. Achieve your dreams, explore your world, you should never be a slave of your past. You are not alone Annie, you are never alone and her voice started fading.
The piercing effect of the electric bulb on her eyes made her shut her eyes abruptly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the smiling face of Mrs. Willy and some neighbours singing and holding her hands, and telling her welcome back home. Annie felt she was back home indeed. The people she had shunned, the world she had hated were bringing a beautiful smile on her face accompanied by two loving dimples sculpted on her cheeks she couldn’t help but laugh heartily and everyone joined her.
Annie spent her life loving, caring fulfilling her dreams and telling her story to revive the broken hearted. Annie found the essence of life when she was about to end it and now that she had found it, she is determined to keep and treasure it.
