Every evenings she walk along with just herself
Chatter with her or laugh with her,
sometimes weep with her, and even quarrel with her.
But the most important thing is
it is the only time she will be herself totally
At times she saw flashback of her life.
Cherishes the beautiful memories of her life
She laments at her unfulfilled dreams.
Laugh like a stupid for the things she had cried in past
And burst out into tears for the moments she missed.
She recall how she had forgot herself in between many roles
Like an actress who act everywhere for no reason
She , occasionally, feel alone in the midst of a crowd but never with her own company.
She read somewhere
“Befriend with oneself is the best way of avoiding loneliness”.
She is literary living it
She reminded how the ambiance of her home called her
With a mother’s love, father’s care & sibling’s warmth.
Now nobody is there to call her.
Even if they are there she will get a refugee only for a few days.
Then she will become nobody there , that was experience taught her.
Soon will she go back to a home where she is everywhere but in reality nowhere.
Everything but nothing precisely
She sometimes remember how honest her better half was
He promised to look after her like gold or gem (which one – she can’t strike the note exactly)
He was right.
He treated her like gold
Which has no life and only useful either in
Grand occasions or when there is an emergency
She lives like a precious stone that see the outer world once in a blue moon
Never he cared about the feelings of that precious stone
Who is locked in a dark cupboard
with all its beauty and quality
which was fading away in futile
It longed for a space more than that cupboard but nobody noticed
One fine day he found out a trendy , neoteric and a novel jewel
And that was the time he realise that
the jewel with him lost its beauty and charm
As like every legatee he decided to exchange
His old jewels with the new one.
He took the old jewel from the locker
Which makes it super happy for a while
As it get a chance to see the world.
But happiness leads to a never ending misery
As she comes to know that she is going to be replaced.
How beautiful it would have been
if God give us one more organ called filter
To filter every unwanted miseries before it reaches
To our head and heart, She thought.
Then she felt pity for the new one
which is going to experience the same plight
she had gone through,
But the shining of the new one on that particular day
made the old one silent.
All sorts of liberty that she desired once is owned by her now,
Nobody to question and nobody is there to listen her answers
But she is missing something that she can’t give a proper name.
With that missing she bid good bye for the evening walk
Looking forward to recollect the best memories for the following day’s walk.
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