It was a mid summer evening.. Shweta sat in the balcony, relaxed on a chair with her feet touching the balcony railing. Earphones plugged in her ears sung to her an age old forgotten song that she used to hear during her college days..
Time had now moved quite ahead. She’d recovered partially though.. and with the help of studies she was doing well. Shweta was now a changed girl. The playful, adventurous and quite emotional Shweta was left far behind. The harsh world had scratched her to leave marks forever.
Thus reflecting on her past, a faint smile appeared on her face. She went through coarsely, with her eyes closed like a cliché black and white rapid recap. And snap! The book closed like with a tight slap and Shweta shuddered slightly.
The story seems missing without the other protagonist, thought Shweta. Magnifying one event of the series of other events of Shweta’s life could put the story this far. A life can’t be squared in a few pages. “Why can’t all love stories have a happy ending, or was her’s alone a tragic one,?” asked a thought to Shweta. She slapped away the thought hard. Shweta was now used to hurling away nasty thoughts like these.
The question, “What is served ahead?” used to bother her sometimes. Shweta was a strong girl. She’d just brought herself out of a long and difficult journey of depression. And she had to face this big setback. But she was determined to not slip again into depression. So, studies were again to her rescue. This time, she was preparing for a better career.
In an abstract, studies kept Shweta afloat through life. But the question is, till when she could keep herself from sinking in the sea called life? Even I don’t have the answer to this question.
Busy life has reduced my contact with her. I do miss those days spent with her, the way she used to teach me before each exam and the way I lived her story with her. I’m equally eager to know what happens in Shweta’s life as you are because I’ve lived it with her. I hope Shweta emerges out as the winner in the end.
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