The Story of a Cursed Dreamer!

Once upon a time, there was a frivolous girl who jumped at the mere indication of fun and frolic, who saw life as a gamble, who loved with her complete heart. She was happy, very happy with the way her life was. There were no expectations, no responsibilities, no limitations. She led her life on her on terms.

But Life had something else in store for her. One day, she found herself in a hospital bed. She thought of blaming her luck but her conscience forbade her. Her heart knew that it happened because of her frivolity. She was sacred, she thought she would die. But some secret power gave her hope, pushed her to remain strong. Deep down she knew if she overcame this hassle, she will no longer be the same.

After three months, she was released from the hospital. Since then she had a steady recovery. She looks the same, she speaks in the same dreamy tone, but something was not the same. Gone are the sparkling dreamy eyes. Instead, she bears a grave look, a look that speaks of pain, inner sufferings and desperation.

Time and again, I get to see the glimpses of that frivolous girl. She desperately calls me, to free her from her life of restrictions and solemnity.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at her broken shadowy reflection, half wishing, half praying to do the impossible.