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The Calm Storm
She sat in her car and slammed the door with a loud thud. That thud quietened the storm inside her mind and the world outside. She tilted her head on the headrest and closed her eyes. She felt a numbness in her body and peace spreading from head to toe.
She wanted to hide from everybody, disappear in the bright red color of her car. The day was spent with fake smiles and soulless chores, how she needed a break. She never smoked but now realised the value of smoking breaks in corporate offices. Her office was turning into same. Everybody was turning into robots, playing with each other's emotions, wanting to climb the stairs of success by pinning their high heels into bodies of other colleagues. A tear trickled down her cheek, she was transforming too, she didn't like that, but she needed money, and the job gave her fucking money that paid all her bills.
"Dear child, we are so lucky. Just be thankful for what you have, our lives are desired by many who are underprivileged and destitute." She remembered her father's words and tried to gain some strength. She had no clue for how many minutes she was in her car, when she heard a knock on her window. Her best friend was looking at her with worried eyes and asking in actions if she was alright. She signalled her a thumbs up and waved her goodbye. The mind started churning again with all the work that she had to do, she wiped her face, gulped down little water, started the car engine, blew the radio and went on the road.
She was at war with herself. She never joined this job for what she was doing. She thought it would be a nice job that would give her immense happiness as her subjects would be the innocent souls, the unconditional lovers, who would love her for her teaching. But instead, she was doing all the non sense stuff and the essence of teaching was missing. She felt angry on the system, she felt angry on herself, she felt angry on her husband, who said she might like this job. Was she stuck? Is this how she is going to approach her retirement? Would she be able to maintain her sanity? Is she a normal person? Does she need a psychiatrist? She bombarded herself with endless questions to whom she had no answer.
She had cried silently many a times. She just couldn't find a way out. She needed money, she wanted to support her family, she wanted to be freaking independent. She had almost reached her home fighting her pricking thoughts, she didn't wish to take the tension inside her peaceful abode. She opened the door and slammed it back with the same thud and left the chaos inside for the next morning. Her dog was looking at her lovingly, wagging his tail, waiting for her to come and pat him. She looked at him and all the missing love came back to her. She had got back home from a battlefield, she wanted a recharge, a power nap for the war next day.
© Meenu
She wanted to hide from everybody, disappear in the bright red color of her car. The day was spent with fake smiles and soulless chores, how she needed a break. She never smoked but now realised the value of smoking breaks in corporate offices. Her office was turning into same. Everybody was turning into robots, playing with each other's emotions, wanting to climb the stairs of success by pinning their high heels into bodies of other colleagues. A tear trickled down her cheek, she was transforming too, she didn't like that, but she needed money, and the job gave her fucking money that paid all her bills.
"Dear child, we are so lucky. Just be thankful for what you have, our lives are desired by many who are underprivileged and destitute." She remembered her father's words and tried to gain some strength. She had no clue for how many minutes she was in her car, when she heard a knock on her window. Her best friend was looking at her with worried eyes and asking in actions if she was alright. She signalled her a thumbs up and waved her goodbye. The mind started churning again with all the work that she had to do, she wiped her face, gulped down little water, started the car engine, blew the radio and went on the road.
She was at war with herself. She never joined this job for what she was doing. She thought it would be a nice job that would give her immense happiness as her subjects would be the innocent souls, the unconditional lovers, who would love her for her teaching. But instead, she was doing all the non sense stuff and the essence of teaching was missing. She felt angry on the system, she felt angry on herself, she felt angry on her husband, who said she might like this job. Was she stuck? Is this how she is going to approach her retirement? Would she be able to maintain her sanity? Is she a normal person? Does she need a psychiatrist? She bombarded herself with endless questions to whom she had no answer.
She had cried silently many a times. She just couldn't find a way out. She needed money, she wanted to support her family, she wanted to be freaking independent. She had almost reached her home fighting her pricking thoughts, she didn't wish to take the tension inside her peaceful abode. She opened the door and slammed it back with the same thud and left the chaos inside for the next morning. Her dog was looking at her lovingly, wagging his tail, waiting for her to come and pat him. She looked at him and all the missing love came back to her. She had got back home from a battlefield, she wanted a recharge, a power nap for the war next day.
© Meenu
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