It was in my dream. I saw myself seated on a lavish white arm-chair in my red kurti with my hand on my left cheek. My hair open with a pair of silver earing. Behind me I could see the door to the backyard open. And in the frame I could see the fresh morning with fresh green leaves and sparrows particularly. This was me! This was me and it was shocking for this was me in my late 30s, well settled, rich but confined and lonely.
I had to believe it! When I saw myself seated quietly I felt sad for a moment . Cloistered Life!
I felt sad about that I had land up having an isolated life. But a moment later I turned really cold and calm about. A fact made me to calm down. The Fact of my Life! I could never have a good life. I could never have a peaceful life. Not a bit of it. Always lived for others, always pretended to be happy and healthy. Actually I WAS NOT & I AM NOT!
This one frame which I saw in my dream was enough for me to conclude my life then which never ends. I had reached that very place in my career where I wanted to. I wanted to be a writer and I had become one. In the frame I could see a coffee-brown chest of drawers with antique decorative pieces on the top of it standing on my left side. The curtains on the door to the backyard was so classy. Every bit was in white....right from my arm-chair to the curtains. Atleast that was peaceful.
I really loved the moment and I cherish it every then and now. It was good to see myself seated on the same white arm-chair in my peacefully set-up corner. It was good to see myself over with all hardships and to be there.....Loneliness was distorting the frame rather than blurring it and that I could not celebrate Shilpy Srivastava..............
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