The Ocean http://www.ltgtr.in/2011/08/ocean.html
Dangling
from her fathers figure she walked to the center of the rickety old
bridge. She climbed onto him and gazed at the ocean drenched in moon
light. The beauty of the sight held her gaze, drawing it towards the
endless mysteries of the ocean. Nestling in her fathers bosom she
wondered what lay beyond the vast stretch of water, did the ocean truly
merge with the havens, overflowing into the abode of the gods?
She was to be married soon. With a cascaded blur of emotions she walked
up to the very spot where years ago her dream had taken shape. She
stared at the serene ocean, inviting her, calling her. Her journey was
about to begin. Time had come for her to cross the ocean and see what
destiny had in store for her.
Life rarely flows the way you wish it . And her life never even hinted
to become the fairy tale she had wished for. Her husband turned out to
be a drunken degenerate. He came back late in the evening stinking like
the sewer. Tortured by circumstances and hard work, he took out all his
frustration on her. He pounded her to the ground. Her soft delicate form
changed into a grotesque monstrosity. Her face was swollen from the
abuse, her eyes sunk into purple patches, and her nose shattered- held
together by a bloodied piece of cloth. She worked gingerly, unable to
use her twisted hands. She silently tolerated the torture hoping, hoping
for light in the darkness. But even hope was beyond her reach; she was
barren and would never bear a child. Her husband married another woman,
and her torture continued.
Pain, pain was all she felt now. Her anger was drowned by her agony;
she felt no happiness, no hate, just pain. She walked in along the sandy
beach trying, hoping to sink her anguish in to depths of the ocean. But
the ocean washed her steps away as if ashamed that she was even there.
Her beautiful vision was no longer real; the ocean was no longer a
refuge from reality. She had been abandoned to the reality of her life,
to her pain.
A storm raged, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged
within her. She was torn between the pain of her reality and the comfort
of death. She was torn between pain and sin; between hell during life
and hell after death. She walked to the same spot on the bridge and
stared at the ocean- pitch black, its surface torn by the storm.
Tortured and mulled….far from the serenity she had once seen. She
drowned herself in her dreams, shunned reality. For reality meant only
pain, and pain she wanted no more….!!
