Let Go!
Let Go!
She entered the coach at Rajeev Chowk Metro Station. She was lost in the crowd and their invariable denseness. Every one was too busy to pay any attention to what was going on in her mind though it was reflected on her face loud and clear. Her fingers were kind of playing a symphony of rage on the screen of her cellphone. She would look and the screen hoping against the hope. Her misty eyes would low down so that no one sees her. She was squeezed with the thoughts and among the people surging in the metro. She would often wipe the outburst of her eyes on her shoulders as her hands held the support of handrail. She would not allow spectators to be dumbfounded.
With each passing station she gathered her courage and when she got down at Janakpuri West …….she got down with a feeble smile that would bind together the broken pieces ……I , silent spectator , heard her mutter …..LET GO!
With each passing station she gathered her courage and when she got down at Janakpuri West …….she got down with a feeble smile that would bind together the broken pieces ……I , silent spectator , heard her mutter …..LET GO!
- JUHI SARIN
Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading, well done.
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