Her tryst with the self..

Thats her.. her life so far.

She read her sister’s school essay titled ‘Roller-coaster ride.’ The last one year came rushing back. The little girl had to sleep on the floor. Father’s salary alone could not support all of them. He worked odd hours, slogged for extra cash. And when they were about to move to a new place, the supposedly ‘good friends’ took away her father’s belongings thinking he had stolen it. She won’t cry, but the times when the mother cried till her tears ran dry do haunt her.

What a time that was! Everything so unstable, the people so unreal, the surroundings so cold and indifferent and the struggle so vigorous. Mother cried, the sister grew up so suddenly at a time when it was just not required! From where she is now it’s difficult to see how the tough times would benefit them in the long run.  

A lot is incomplete, she has to reconcile with her parents, see her father achieve what has been due , the sister has to finish her studies and she... for her, the transition has been so weird it has made her incapable of going through normal human emotions. 

She is at a loss for words when questioned,  ‘how are you?’, ‘how’s the job hunt?’, ‘so are you going to meet your parents?’, ’Why did you come back?’, ‘Achha parents kahan hai? Kya karte hain?’, ’Settled?’.

She has the answers but not the one’s people are used to listening to rather the ones that are...