She lay flat on her stomach on the grubby floor. It’s been so many years that she is going through this pace of life. Days and time has become mere words in her shattered mind. Life has become too monotonous, unlike what she expected. She never knew that her life would become futile like the one she’s leading now. Waking up each day, gaze on the dingy wall and sulk, plunge into deep thoughts and fall asleep before she realizes that she wasted yet another day. And that continued.
The initial days there, now seems to be some ruined pages of her life. All those screaming, suffering, implorations has come to an end. Her heart has taken enough for her to lead an impassive life. During these days of solitude she contemplates her past life, the days of glory, revelations about life, about her so called ‘wrong doings’ that others pointed out etc. She picks up the papers that lie on the corner of her room and jots down her good and bad that she felt about herself. And at the end of the day, she finds that the column ‘bad’ is empty. That column is left untouched every day which makes her realise again and again that she is not wrong; it’s the society that she is part of.
Being a girl in her twenties, like other energetic girls, she stood for what she wanted and what is right. While the others withdrew from the affirmations made by them, like the withering leaves during autumn, she stood firm on her decisions. She questioned the tyrannical rule of the state, for the endless corruptions, for the inequalities that the people faced. On the whole, she lived for the betterment of ‘them’ and not for ‘her’. Her prognostications of the devastating rule were heard by none. Her voice and her life diluted in the filthy power that others enjoyed. People shut their eyes and ears in front of the nasty rule.
Expectations and desires were shunned to her deep heart a long time ago. She reminds herself every day that Life is a beautiful lie.
The scorching sun made her shut the eyes. She opened and looked at the nameplate hanged on the door.
It says,
Michelle Christopher
Patient 2103
‘Good life’ Mental Asylum