I was working and thought of taking a break. I came up to our terrace and was looking at the view, which was completely dark. I was looking at nothing but everything. That was not just the darkness; that was much more than that. Everyone has different perspectives on each, with their own unique interpretation of the darkness.
I remember that my mother never left me alone in the dark when I was a child. When I grew up, I stopped coming to dark places because the gazing eyes made me feel insecure, and the hands gripped me and misbehaved.
They weren't simply hands that ran on to my body; they were the hands that made me think that maybe this is how men are, and maybe we as girls should be more wary of ourselves. Realising that we will never be able to protect ourselves makes us feel powerless and much more.
After losing hope, a person enters our lives and gives us the courage to face the issue. It feels so safe just knowing that there is someone behind you. It seems comfortable to speak up and to fight back.
And as my mind raced with endless thoughts, the moon appeared, exactly as he did when he entered my life with all his radiance!
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Thoughts of darkness
RandomJust a very random thought when I looked at the darkness around me. It's not a story but a peace of my experience that I want to share!
