#7Posted: September 17, 2007
Dazed, Shridi swung back and forth on the swing. Her beloved swing. Years ago, she had managed to convince her parents that this would be the perfect place for it, right in the middle of the room farthest from all the other rooms, the room with the slanted roof and the creepy feel. The swing faced directly the back door. And so many years later, there she sat on her swing, watching the sun going to sleep with the same mesmerized stare five-year old Shridi once had.
She had always thought she would never be able to hurt more than the time when he announced he would be marrying that girl. And then she had. When he actually did marry that girl. Then, on her swing, Shridi had made herself the promise to be strong, and not let her little soul cry so much. Oh! The beautiful sunsets which had soothed her crying soul!
But her heart had cried out loud when she had seen him rocking his new-born in his arms. How her heart had pleaded for a chance to enact this play of life as a different character! On her swing Shridi had sat. Oh! The beautiful sunsets which had soothed her crying heart!
And now, she had no crying soul and no crying heart. He was there and she was here, and she no longer saw him. Dazed, Shridi swung back and forth on the swing. No beautiful sunsets could repair her broken soul and her broken heart.