A full Moon Light

A Story by jane maria

It’s a full moon night. The insects are dancing around the lights, switched on. The merry chatters can be heard from the buddies below. A breath of fresh air lingering around the grass near. Who wouldn’t like to enjoy these? But, my mind was detached from all these. It was helpless. A pain in the chest that, like waves, swirled, to and fro, across the body. All the energy had been drained out.

Helplessness. Utter helplessness is a difficult feeling. When you don’t know whom to turn to? God or Beast? Man or Woman? There’s an utter loneliness that comes with it, when you are left with no option to let your heart out. Everything becomes like a compressed soda bottle. The Gas is pressuring the sides to get out but no, it doesn’t open. Everything, just bottled up.

Or else, tell me, what should I tell the people? That my mom is suffering from the worst symptoms of conjunctivitis. Her eyes are swollen and eyeballs bulged out. What should I tell this world? That she is running high fever and in the midst of all these, she has to go down by herself to buy the shop, if she needs a few medicines. What should I share to this world? That when she goes down to get some medicines, many avoid her, some gawk at her and others ostracise her as she is a lonely divorcee, and all the men in the world has the liberty to frame a rumour about her? No one to defend, neither to support.

And worse is that, I am her single daughter. And I am miles away from her, writing down all my frustrations in this absolute helplessness. Nevertheless, it’s a full moon light.