Thursday, October 11, 2007

One more....

She loved her job and the feeling of being wanted by her team, friends. Maybe that was because of the feeling of inadequacy developed from her early days of childhood.
She dreaded leaving her cubicle everyday, those 4 walls were her "home" where she worked, was happy and was herself, even though it was for a very short period of time. She dreaded ringing the bell at night and the door being opened to another indifferent world, which so was not hers... Where everything she did was judged and where love was not forth coming.

Today, she walked even more slowly, her steps faltering as she reached nearer and nearer her compound. She dreaded ringing the door bell and for a moment had the same wild though of running away without telling...

But, she knew that wasn't possible and that she had to go home... Her thoughts were still on the words that came from her Project manager, telling her how good she was and that she was able to travel to the land of Exotic dreams and places, where, even the smallest of her dreams would come true... she knew that the opportunity she was waiting for all her life was being passed up, not because of her worth.. she knew how good she was, but because of her inability to go...

She reached the dreaded door bell and rang it. It was opened by her cold and distant husband who didn't even smile at her. She sighed and walked in to wash and get dinner ready for the man she was stuck with for eternity...


And just when she felt resigned in her fate, a small voice rang out from the darkness, calling her and beckoning her so that she could be hugged and then she realised that she was alive for her daughter thru whom she would try to live her dreams...


She smiled to herself and went in to pick her daughter up and hug her....

Life all of a sudden had more meaning than ever....

8 comments:

Swati said...

If that was fiction again and for sure ...you look like a great writer.

Vibha said...

Nicely Written :-)

Anonymous said...

This blog is maturing and getting wonderful with each new write up.
Keep it up, gr8.

rayshma said...

really liked d way u've written d piece... very near to reality for a lot of women. but i dunno... i wish it wud be different. and they'd realise that they're never "stuck"... but then, in hope does d world survive...:)

Poppins said...

Oh Pixies, what are you doing peeping into our marital homes for ? Lol.

Nice one.

illusionaire said...

Ah! Short, powerful and passionate. I'm sure there's another reason for such an inspiration... :)

Pixie said...

@Swati: It's all fiction :-) and thank you for the compliment *smiling widely*

@Vibha and Anon: Thank you! *taking a bow and skipping*

@Rayshma: I know.. most of them don't come out of a bad marriage because of the kids... and yes, on hope does the survive :-)

@Poppins: Thank you for the compliement. It's fictional and it was written long ago when I didn't ave a blog to record things...

@Illusionaire: welcome back :-)

Thank you all for the compliments. It sure made me happy! :-)
and its also inspiring...

Pixie said...

@Rayshma: Ooops!!! The last sentence should have been - and yes, on hope does the world survive :-)
The word world was left out!