She stood there at the door. She was back after three years. It was her room since she was seven. The walls weren’t filled with posters of Boy bands or movie stars. It wasn’t even baby pink. But it was her space- which has seen her darkest of fears, the tears and joy. Her room was always teeming with bright colours, flowers, a side table, lots of cushions and artifacts. It is cozy and silent- where she spent some “Me-time”. There is a small music system in one corner to ooze her into some melody. She had many shelves- neatly organized with her collectibles. One was full of soft toys and dolls which she had collected throughout her life. But the next was her favorite- Books. From Nursery rhymes to the latest ones, the shelf was complete with her companions. The complete series of Sidney Sheldon, Agathe Christie and Nancy Drew defined her childhood. She has her Mom’s too. Mills and Boons from her mother’s teen ages preoccupied her mind in her teenage years. Then came Harry Potter era followed by Dan Brown. She also had chicklists, thrillers and even the entire Collection of Shakespeare’s. She could never pick her favourite author or book. It felt stupid being asked so. It’s like asking a mother to pick her favourite child. She looks at her Ghungroo (a musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers) and tears roll down her cheeks.Each bell cries out to her. She was a beautiful dancer who had conquered many hearts.She walks and takes them in her hands. She has decided- Her dream is going to come true. She didn’t have the courage to pursue them. She was married and “settled” in life. But she knew deep down that a dream doesn’t become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work. Her room- her space has brought back the meaning of her life.
This post has been written in response to today’s Writing 101 Prompt
Day Two’s prompt is: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?