The mask on her face
She sits in the darkness battling her thoughts. She tries to take hold of her feelings, but painful memories kept coming back and she knows it is one of those gloomy days for her. Her reminiscences leave her only with hard facts. If only she had listened to them… if only she had known what she meant to them…She sadly recollects the tear-stained face of her parents and their warnings asking her to think for a moment before taking the big leap; if only she had heeded…the pangs of guilt sunk deep into her heart – the bitter truth dawns on her, but it’s only too late... she had made the wrong choice.
She remembers him, his face, nothing could erase his thoughts from her mind; the one man whom she felt would never leave her for anybody’s sake, the one person whom she had thought to be her ultimate man, that somebody whom she had trusted more than anyone, that somebody for whom she left her family and friends behind…was it the same human who loved her so truly and madly before who had ditched her... who had changed into such a swine... never cared to return…she looks for an answer…a futile attempt.
Her rage, her aversion, her thirst for revenge, turns towards men, men in entirety. She wants to see them suffer the same way she did; fall in love like crazy, let the feeling take over their minds and spirits, get deserted and left with nothing but nothingness in their life and reduced to the state that she was in. She knows her prey was not far from her…She remembers the innocent chap back at her workstation…She envies him…his cheerfulness…
What if she plays the game of love with him? Make him involved with her…and then drain him of all his happiness. Again, she could feel the surge of hatred, her animosity towards men flowed through her… Yes, she would do it; have her revenge. But nay, she suddenly refrains from it. She thinks of her parents again, what would they feel if they come to know of what she was doing? What about the dignity she holds? What about her friends who hold her in high esteem? What happens if they come to know of her shameful thoughts? Was it an act fit for a girl who was so well bred…She desists, feeling mortified for even thinking of imposing her pain on somebody else.
Wiping her tears she gets up, goes to the restroom, opens the shower, and lets the water run all over her body. The feeling makes her forget the grudge and the pain. Completely refreshed, she returns to face a new beginning…
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