Fidgety Space

Unstoppable was the word that described her the best.  Even the red lights at the traffic stop could not stop her. She was fast and rebellious. She drove like she was competing with the wind.  It was past midnight and she was on the road racing with the wind. And for the first time ever she pressed the brake this hard. The car came to a screeching halt on the bridge. She rushed out of the car and ran towards the silhouette of a man standing near the edge of the bridge. This would have scared any other person but she was unstoppable. The man was about to jump off the bridge. She shouted “hey you, STOP!!”  The next moment she saw something falling down rather flying in mid air. She shouted “STOP YOU FOOL!!”  She knew she was too late. She could not save him. She was too stunned to move. She just saw someone die and she could not do anything. She was freezing and could not move . She was woken up from her state of shock by the light on the bridge which also died. Even darkness never sto

A flickering light flashed on her face and a gentle breeze blew her hair. And for the first time in many years she opened her eyes without compulsion. She witnessed something beautiful through the broken glass of the window. She dragged herself to the window and was awestruck at the beauty of the silver coloured grass. She felt like the moon had bathed the entire world in its colour. Little did she know then that the entire world meant just her world. She had never felt something this beautiful on her face before. For years she had been subjected to various kind of lights that wretched her but for the first time this silver light had a peculiar aura.  She wanted to absorb more of it. She searched for the source behind this powerful brightness. And high above the moon played hide and seek with her. It kept hiding in between the branches of the tree. She tried hard to see it but could only catch a glimpse of it. For the first time in many years she was this curious, this restless. Hour