Girl, Interrupted

Comfort Zone, Contested

Losing her sense of security was the last thing she'd wanted on this planet, but it seemed to be the very equilibrium she's failing terribly to grasp.

The letter that arrived on Monday led her peaceful world into a vortex where nothing seemed to make sense anymore. And it was paradoxical too, for she'd been waiting for the same letter for the longest time till it became too trying to even wonder about it.

And fear gripped her suddenly, and unexpectedly. With the what ifs swirling in her head, disorienting every logic and justification she'd worked out to convince herself she'd needed and wanted this, it was then that she realised maybe she wasn't sure after all.

Path Seekers, Limited

It was perhaps by some divine guidance that she found herself in an unfamiliar neighbourhood where she hopped on a bus that brought her to yet another unfamiliar neighbourhood and as she watched the countless people get on and off the bus along the long journey, it brought some strange form of solace to her topsy-turviness. And possibly, an answer too.

Today, Tomorrow

And she thought, if time really flies then it will soon be over, and though things may never be the same, but surely the future is made of the same stuff as the present. After all, Victor Hugo once said," There is nothing like a dream to create a future."