“Ma’am, it’s you there, in 5. Get ready!”
Today, it wasn’t her in the mirror; it was the
other side of her – her dream, perfect and flawless! This reality was a fantasy
for her, how else can life be this
beautiful? But something was wrong, terribly wrong. She felt one thing
within herself and that was nothing!
She felt hollow, empty and alone. Her
parents had given up on her, her friends had left her in the lurch and to the
world she was a tramp. But how that mattered, she thought. She was successful,
famous (rather infamous) and an eccentric
super diva with such an awe. For being there, she had undergone an
exquisite metamorphosis – from a delicate, jittery child-woman to a stunning
ramp diva. And today, how could anything else matter? She was there because she
deserved it and she need not pay heed to the world, because she stands there
all by herself and they’re on the other side.
She stepped out of the green room, dazzling in a
black shimmering gown and in minutes she was on the ramp, instilled with
confidence and self-esteem.
Cameras, press, media!
Cameras, press, media!
Finally, the dream she had nurtured for years had
come true. It was her day; she was the one who was being talked about. The new
face of the glam world, Saira Malik!
She entered her home, happy and full of spirit, to find no one. Home, it was more of a confinement now! Who would she share her experience and happiness with? With whom would she dance, laugh and sing with joy? The crimson, incarnadine pleasure and happiness turned into the faded sorrow, grief and emptiness. The swirls of misery anguish and emptiness engulfed her – in and out! Was this what she wanted? No! Her heart screaming, crying and dying. She felt choked and could barely breathe. There was so much of pain and misery. She felt like a corporeal cripple with no emotions, a body devoid of soul. She was struggling to end this feeling of nothingness, but found no success. But the pain had to end; after all she was Saira Malik and she had to be perfect, without flaws.
The lamp flickered and everything was solemn and
gloomy. The wretched heart had found a way to precision. She lay there in the
pool of blood with one thing, nothing!
The murk of
conflict had finally ended!
P.S: This was an attempt to write about something
other than *love*! :P
Do tell me my flaws for a better post next time.
Happy Reading J
Do tell me my flaws for a better post next time.
Happy Reading J
