Can hopes be a curse?

20th Oct 2009

She would wake up everyday shivering and shaking herself in despair, dreading again the frustration that was threatening to engulf her yet once again.Anna,an orphaned child since the day she was born,was a beauty, beauty in the sense pure, chaste and humble. Slowly the 18 year old got up and opened the window an inch allowing the first golden ray of the morning sunlight to highlight her brown tresses. The large brown eyes yet once again searched down gazing towards the orchard below......had she arrived???

 

15th Jan 2007

She first glimpsed the woman in Park Avenue, the same brown eyes and the same long brown hair; a kid of about 5 tugging at the hem of her skirt and shouting in pleading a voice "mommy chocolate...i want that mommy”. Anna longingly gazed at her..."Oh mom...You are alive"

 

Yes an illusion, an illusion which can ruin a life....shatter someone to pieces..broken to the limit that you cant put the splinters together again. This was what happened to our Anna.

 

People denied love, denied the things they covet the most, build a wall around themselves...those walls which don’t allow anyone to penetrate the depths within. This imagination diverts you away, maybe sometime but then, when the reality strikes once again...when the unreal turn real, the dream is broken and once again you are at the mercy of the unavoidable reality ;it gets horrible...horrible in the sense, the person gets utterly depressed. So what to do???/To avoid this they escape to an elusive and surreal world, within those unbreakable walls, walls we are forbidden to enter.

 

Anna deprived from her parents imagined her mother in the lady,...she was lured away into the unreal fascination....believing that her mother had arrived.

 

People when they glimpse or appear to glimpse the most coveted things to be in their possession; they hanker after it: but this glimpse is a mirage, deceptive and alluring. When something we desire the most can never be achieved ,some people see it in the imaginary sphere, hoping one day to covet it....but the thing they don’t realize is that it is just impossible to achieve it. This is when a hidden desire can ruin you, our greatest hopes and wishes in turn can ruin us....strange right?

 

Our Anna is the same...she still hopes sitting on her white bed in the center for mental health that the woman in Park avenue would still come, hold her hand and say"Baby,I m here ...I have come back for YOU"....

Reviews

[Sagar Waingankar]

There are many things revolving round and round in our head while dealing with situations! But when you are dealing with some vital ones ... mostly you are concentrating on a particular part! Love and affection at it's best!

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

False hope...... this thin leads to destruction...
If we peep into the Shadows of our life we will find an Anna within us....
Wonderfully executed...

[Coyote Poetry]

Hope is all we have sometime. A hard world for many. Like in the chapter. People need to feel needed and loved. We live in a world where the young people are dying in wars everywhere. It is sad we allow the young people to die before they know love and had test life. We need kindness and hope for this world to find peace. Before it is too late. A excellent chapter.
Coyote

[BlueDreams]

Incredible imagery.. your flowing words just touched the heart.. seems to be you've worked up hard for such piece... diligent ...

[SUGATA M]

Is it a part of your novel? I would love to see how Anna fits into life through all those odds surrounding her. Her beauty her assett, her beauty her foe and life doesn't look to be kind to her so far. Carry on, all the best

[sweta'karman']

When hopes become helix of obcession carved out from the figment of self imagination they no more offer pleasure but pain...very ideallogically put up thoughts, a connection is coming from the write to the reader....good work

[Leon R]

Very sad but beautiful. You did well in describing such strong emotions in a very short form. Good job.

[Manpreet]

This touched my heart. An amazingly beautiful write.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a very intriguing..a sad tale. Anna seems to have forever been shattered by the longing for her mother. The emotional loss is felt when reading this... Well written!