There is a distinctive feature about her. Her brows meet in the center .. she looks at herself with contempt... she does not appreciate the way she looks... particularly the way her brows are featured on her face.. to her it seems that gods have played a conspiracy in designing her... she was given a human body and placed on the earth in the form that she currently has...
she keeps looking at herself in the mirror.. trying to figure out whats so wrong about her face... and what makes her so pretty despite the skewed smile she has... unlike most other faces, she doesnt find her face in perfect symmetry.. its either the brows or the lips... or maybe just the hair-style she carries... something is terribly amiss. Then she looks at her color so intently..... and then her eyes move to her palm... she moves away from the mirror , places herself comfortably on the chair, and fixes her gaze at the lines on her palm.. they are so faded... nothing was engraved with love and care.. why did gods have to play this cruel joke upon her...
nothing was making sense... and nothing was in equilibrium... the pendulum of her life swayed from negatives to positives and then back to negatives... she was exhausted now...
her gaze however was still fixed on the lines in her palm... they had so many weird crossings.. she did not know how to read palms, but she secretly wished that if fate was determined by these lines, then no one should have similar lines on their palm... three of her fingers had rings on them... she loved just one... the one that shone with its dim light in the darkness of her life...
the ring that she had got from her mother... the ring which always reminded her of a transparent childhood... of a life that was like the air.... so transparent.. so thin.. so free flowing .. and boundless..
Again and again her eyes would well up with tears.. tears don't know reason.... tears dont know the pain... tears only sparkle... they glitter... they dance on her eyelids... they flow.....and fall into her palm only to be dissolved in the lines of fate that she so despised...
what had she done in her life to deserve the emptiness she was living in... the vacuum that engulfed her life was no ordinary one... it ate her from within.. and tore her apart...
she lifted her palms and covered her face.... gently erasing the small tale of pain scribbled on her cheeks.... holding her palms close to herself... she only dreams of her next life... a life that gives her the power to make her choices... and the liberty to dream ..... she deserved to be a dreamer ....
