Patience, a child of age 2 and residing in the
lands of nowhere… it was only since her childhood, she ever wanted was to break
free. Break free from traditions, free from the surroundings, free from her
identity all-together as while she was in that room…she chocked, suffocated and
might as well felt like dying several times without an actual death but least
she could do to run away from there with all the boundaries and the people
continuously glaring at her except thinking and counting her days from the day
her existence came in being. It was her soul which look past all those
boundaries, those gazing eyes and those hands ready to kill at whatever moment
they got an opportunity. Her soul was pure like any other child, her guts
strong to built a nation, her thoughts powerful to pass the message that she
won’t give up that easy. She made that room, her beloved place…made those
people, her favourites…made that childhood…the best memory. Soon she
grew playing and juggling with those traditions once chocking her mind and
heart of thoughts but as she grew, only did she realized that one of those
favourites is the creature of fate, maligned by his own deeds, lamenting
the miseries (he went through), coping up with the sorrows of past and all he
did to her is the process which he had been made to follow. It occurred to her
that favourite is more a child than actually she is and all a sudden, she grew a
bit more. Only to take care of her loved ones, to put this creature of fate out
of his misery and unknowingly she uttered the words,’ May! God help you rest in
peace and I don’t reprimand you of your doings…I forgive you’ and meant every
word she said. Yes till this time she believed in God, till this time she gave
HIM the name…actually various names. Now is the time when she stand between her
favourite and his deeds but least did she know that her favourite had other
plans, not only he overlooked the effort she made to bring him out of his
misery…he over looked her all-together. They were only few hours, since she
went away from him…oh! only few hours and Patience has whole life to think that
what in her EFFORTS did she LOOSE to loose her beloved.
Way to Chapter 2 & Chapter 3
Way to Chapter 2 & Chapter 3
Letter to the fiction Writers: Till today, I
never had so much of respect in my heart for all of you there and I am so sorry
for being the culprit of making this effort of vague fiction but this takes
skill and time…HAND DOWN AND BOWING already in your honor.
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