By Dhruti Shah
A girl dressed in affluent uniform stood amidst the endless corridor of darkness staring at what seemed like infinity to her. The dim light flickered at a distance in hopes of eventually abandoning her.
She was petrified; every part of her body wanted to turn back. But there was nothing to turn back to, nothing to depend upon and nowhere to go.
She turned in a trice with anticipation but in vain. Her discomposure gave way to apprehension. Her breathing grew shallow and a chilled mortifying shiver ran down her spine.
Should she run towards the flickering light which might just die on her? Should she take the risk and return back to square one?
She didn’t have the luxury of time. The buzzing of her bewildered her. The crackling in darkness overwhelmed her as the daunting demons with their monstrous sharp eyes seemed to be waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
She tried returning back with a wavering mind just to find herself facing a ghasty dark shadow. She felt being subdued by it, tyrannized without a word. She felt weak. Something came rushing towards her. The light’s flickering grew even more vivid. She felt the vibrations around her as it grew stronger and the light faded. There seemed no way out of this for her when it finally reached her, “Students, pens down. Start submitting your answer sheets.” A tender yet firm voice called out as Kiran was instantaneously drawn out of her corridors of darkness and back into the examination halls.
Did she make her way to that little flickering hope or was she consumed by her own fears and gave way to fear unable to strive through it? The mystery still lies hidden among those Endless Corridors. Was it relief that she was feeling? Or was it constant anxiety and fear of results? Did she have a control over her fears or were they let lose?
People always dream of getting a control over their demons; defeat them-but all they do is run from them in stances to eventually escape. That would technically mean that people assume that they defeated their demons, their fear their phobias once they escaped from them because to them it’s visible no more-or did they really defeat them? Is it just not in plain sight but hidden deep down in a perfect opportunity to ‘re-occur’ its whole existence around you and re-establish itself in ‘your’ world?
I can’t drown my demons; they know how to swim.
By Dhruti Shah
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