The Window

The world outside the four walls…..

I was, as usual on my bed, with several blurry thoughts on my already blury mind. It was the thirty-second day here- only eight months more to go. You must be thinking that I am barking mad, and you’re right, I am becoming so. Each day seems like a year and every night I cross off another day in my mind. Yes, this is my life- my life in the clink!

As I wait for my brown soup, My eyes turn towards the window, my only escape. It was, as expected, tightly grilled but I am not talking about running away ( But its still a nice idea though…) but I am talking about the world outside it. Its my only hope, like the door of my heart. The window is my only and the last hope and shelter.

The window overlooks the garden along with some residential houses. Beyond the flowers there were several green hills, overgrown with lush green grass and wild daffodils. As I look outside, my mind unfurls its wings and flies away and I keep staring. My mind is now , maybe, in the hills or near my dear mum and dad. I suddenly feel so, so ashamed of my own actions. A murder! Did my parents ever even think of it? I, their own daughter would commit a murder? Never! And yet, I commited one, a very silly and in a an un-strategic way. I must have known earlier, I should have consulted my own heart. And yet, here I am now, looking outside the prison-window and thinking about all these things.

My heart is still out, maybe it has returned, but I am still unaware. My eyes are wet with tears, white hot tears of regret. How fast life changes!

( Story written by Raya, picture credit: Pinterest )