Standing on the terrace.
Gazing at the perfect skyline.
She observed the perfect blend of the colours in the dusky sky.
Orange. Purple. Blue. Grey.
There were conundrums to which she seeked clarification.
The decision was hers but now seemed hazy much like the transformation of the dusky sky to the dark sky.
Once happy about it.
She now questioned it.
Anxiety had gripped her.
Forced into action by circumstances brought instability in her life.
The calm demeanor could not reveal the tempest within.
External calmness successfully camouflaged the inner loud.
The marriage. The forgotten excel sheets. The fake smiles.
Looking into the dark starry night, the twinkling stars did not seem to answer the questions.
She wanted to shrug it all off. Ah! If it was that simple she could have done it ten years back.
The decision was simple. She was just over thinking.
Today, she decided to set herself free. No more societal fears.
Signing the papers, she also signed up against the intolerance and violence.
She also promised herself that she will let everything fall in place.
The day she stops writing about him, he occupies no space.
But the writer’s heart longed for one last account of the suffering to freedom.