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| A Tale of corners |
The room juxtaposed a dark and a lit corner. A gleam of sunlight
made its way through the half-open window stealthily. Some shackles seemed
to have broken. They kissed one corner of this room, as if a mother had
met her son after long. The sun glinted on the other half of the window.
Like a father wanting his other son to do as well, it tried to pierce the
half-window to let its rays in. But the rays waited at the window every
day until the dusk set in.
It had always been like this. The dark corner had always been dark. The lit one always lit. A whiff of arrogance drifted from one
corner to other. The gloomy brother had not come to terms with its life.
It was difficult to do so. Very difficult.
It is easier to live in misery. But it is difficult living in
misery with a blissful person. All the things you lack are at other’s
disposal, making you feel more vulnerable and wretched. You watch all the happiness you want so closely but it belongs to someone else. So close and yet so far.
The dark corner was living on a hope. A hope that on some
propitious day, the wind
would shove the other half of window and the sunlight would never
be biased again. It would be as fortunate as its brother corner. A thirst
that has kept it parched for years, will be quenched.
The thought kept it sad and wishful. Its days went by in
anticipation. It protected a
dream. A dream it believed would change its identity. It won’t
anymore be a dark
corner. But all things are not meant to end the way they sound
good. That day never
was in script. One fateful day, a gigantic bulldozer razed the
building. Razed the room and its corners. The wreckage lay scattered, much
like the dreams of the dark corner.
Succumbed to its fate, the rubble lay submitted. Perhaps, the
dream it saw should not
have been harbored. It should have accepted the way things were
scripted. It would
have lived sans the sunlight but happy and content. Content - that
not all corners get
the heavenly kiss of sun. Content-that not all corners can be lit.
But it lived on a dream, at the whim of hope. The hope crashed, so did the
dream.
Next morning, the sun lit the spot brightly on the debris. The
spot that till yesterday belonged to the dark corner…
