Just the Different Co-ordinates

Dusting herself off, she looked at the muddy bruises on her hands and knees. She tried raising her head to see the sky, but the glimmering sun did not let her agape the eyelids. Even the gentle breeze was making stings flow deep down her open wounds. The words were echoing in her soul, “We are all going through the same phase, just on different coordinates”. Engrossed in those words she whispered to herself, “Yes. It’s a single thread. We are all bound with it, or maybe a few of us want to break through, yet are entangled badly within its mastery!”. She wiped the dirt off the wounds and continued her long, tedious and tiring run. Things were absolutely going against her plans. She had never expected that the path she chose would be so harsh to her. Yet she had the perseverance and determination to finish what she began. Her legs were shivering, she was exhausted by looking at the horizon, glimmering as a hope, yet ages away. She had been running on and on. Breathless, thirsty, bruised, perspiring and drained, she could find little rejuvenation sitting against the trunk of a shadowy tree. She closed her eyes, feeling the little relief rippled by the wind cooling down her flowing sweat. She had never thought she’d land up like this. The tree was laden with fruits, yet she couldn’t have any, due to the promises she had made to the unsaid world. Her throat was quenching for water, but she did not have even a drop to drink. Entangled in the dilemma of the instance, she fell sound asleep. Two beautiful white horses were running gracefully on the tidy, enthralling, aesthetic beach. One of the horses came running to her, she patted and rubbed its neck and back. The horse was happy and so was she. Content with whatever she was able to absorb in those moments, she had a glow of her achievement. Not only did her horses, but even she broke away the lashes that she was bound to. No matter, she was now a truant, flying away from the vices of the world. She could even see images of broken chains in the clouds. The suppression was long gone. Thump! Someone just hit and pushed her from behind. The metro was overcrowded and she, over exhausted. The push made her realize that she was dreaming in a dream. She remembered the days when she needed a perfect ambiance for sleeping, a dark room, no light, pin-drop silence and a few pillows. She smiled to herself thinking of the secrets she stored in her heart, and so this dream. She still had a long run to complete and wear those bruises as ornaments. She was on the treasure hunt, the tryst with her dreams. Looking around, observing the metro crowd, once again the words dawned upon her, “We are all going through the same phase, just on different coordinates”!