It was beginning. With each second that passed, the darker the night became, capturing the silken night sky in all of its magnificence. The sky, home to stars, whose light shone through millennia, to make an appearance today, and the moon, ethereal in her flawed beauty.
She could feel her withered nerves, rising slowly, with all their might, as her heart finally found a purpose to beat. The rhythm penetrated skin, that had for long, sustained abuse at the hands of insecurity and fear. It flowed, syncing with the melody of the night; and dripped like honey, into the darkest reaches of her soul, dancing in perfect symphony to the song of despair.
Sprinkling hope and rejuvenating misplaced faith, lost purpose was revived as it broke open the shell that confined it for so long. She thrived in the darkness, embracing her new born soul, realising that life had dropped her in its treacherous depths, so that it could pick her back up, when she realised the beauty of the dark times. She was broken and shattered when she entered the prism of life’s fallacies, only to emerge purer and stronger than ever before.
It was a brief moment of incredibly small significance but the little flame of hope that arose from it, was more than enough to light the path ahead. Not wanting to lose its magic, completely aware she would have no memory of it the next day, she retired for the night, signing her letter of resilience to the heavens. Because giving up was not an option.
Deepthy Ajith (or D) is a lifelong student who loves reading, writing, drawing and anything Science. A blogger at Random Specific Thoughts, she uses words for expression but pens them down for catharsis and is always open to constructive criticism and any kind of feedback!