Hero - The Real Women by Priya Jha

About the Author :

Priya Jha was born and brought up in Mumbai and currently hails in Pune. Priya is a proud Scorpion ,a dog lover and firm believer of life being a beautiful movie where eternity is an ultimate destiny. She is a software engineer by profession and a writer by passion. Her other interests include travel and fashion. Her hobby is canvas painting. She is a Philanthropist who loves to derive happiness by helping others in their work.

Story --

She, who smiles all way, is the one whose strengths have no bounds. It was stuck to her brain like a leech ever since she turned wise enough to let go the pain in chums like a drop of rain falling off her skin.

The sky is a limit; it broke her to pieces more sensitive than an atom, harder than a stone that could melt! The haunts of her past halt the motion of the sound beautiful life. “Get up and win the race” called the brain. The shouts of the brain couldn’t compete to crush the silence in the eyes uprooted deep within the heart. She feared the embrace of eyelids that made her foresee the consequence of the dark past which changed the track of revolution in her life towards the deep black hole.

Sleeping after efforts, she woke up each night having traces of wet eyelashes in those charcoal eyes. The dreams of the dark which she once called beautiful now transformed to be the worst nightmares. It was hard, it was bitter; an ugly episode of her life but ultimately destiny was too abstract to be cursed. Life was a big question each morning she rises; with each night getting back to the bed, the only desire was end.

Cold dark misty nights witnessed her hidden face beneath the wet fluffy cushion. The bright cloudy mornings were passing by her and she was sitting at the corner. She never looked up, perhaps all the cheers of once being a golden chirpy bird was lost. Deep within, lied the scatters of cracked ego and attitude that no longer had an affirmative meaning in life.

Every minute she would have deserved happiness eventually opened a box of sorrow. Mind played the chapter of her exploit of body while heart continued to invoke a soft corner for the life she carried in her bun.

The cry of the soul, those shriek for help, the entreats to let go returned nothing but null and void. What they called Dyspareunia medically, to her it cost the image and self-respect of her life.

Never did she realize the fall of apocalypse at the shine of light, until she realized that sky was never a limit if she has a new universe to fill her world. Lying back on the same bed, her face looked up swaying long hands gently over her belly.

A smile was again all that broke the bounds of her strength.

She believed again. She trusts herself again. She clutched the shimmer of her life again and was spreading it all in her life. She collected the courage again which was residing at the dull phase of her life’s aroma. The creeper of happiness is slowly growing in her life which she is clasping very tightly so as to address the hues of glee, pleasure and pride.

She had a hope in that belief…

Life was beautiful again !!!!