The Stranger on the bridge.

About a girl who has lost hope and how again she starts hoping.

It was almost evening as I appeared on the bridge. The sun had already set and the effervescent shades of crimson and yellow could be barely seen. Instead the fierce sun was replaced by a burnished, tranquil and serene moon. Even though comparatively smaller than the sun it was mischievously exquisite and flawed. This is the sole reason why I had always found the moon alluring than the sun.
For me the sun and the moon, both were appealing in their own ways. The sun was ardent, flawless and a valiant comrade. It had its own intensity and shrewdness. The sun replenished an oomph flowing in me. It gave me energy to face everything without fear and to be strong and sturdy just like it. To always look up and never bow down; to be perfect. At the same time the moon seemed to be imperturbable, blemished, vulnerable and more humane due to its imperfection. It gave hope to excel and rejuvenated a new hope. A new Energy. Here I was grasping the balustrade of the bridge restraining myself from flagging. For this once I was feeling like a dead beat. I felt like a desolate, forlorn.  Everything seemed bleak and whacked out.
Emotionally I felt emaciated and ashen. I couldn't execute this any longer.
Everyday waking up with a new hope and a smile and by the end of the day being doomed with failure. Day after day I had been doing this, but no more, no further could I perform it! It had to end. I had to achieve success and that would be soon. Wait a second! The voice in my head said. You have been saying that since like ages and nothings improved! Wake up! You’re doomed with failure! The other voice in my head said, Noooo! Don’t listen to her. Everyone faces failure even Einstein faced failure that does not mean he gave up. You’re just magnifying the situation and over thinking. The first voice spoke, ha-ha.Yes- yes you carry on with this fake pacifying of yours! I am out of here. The second voice spoke, don’t give up, and don’t lose hope. Now I better go.
And here I was left again to face reality all by myself. Was I really magnifying the things? Was I really over thinking? Desperately searching for some answers I looked at the quiet lake that lay in front of me. My mind was in chaos. I felt vulnerable and bare. I looked down. I saw a reflection of a girl who was disheveled and frustrated but deep down she still had a few left over’s of hope. Just then, I saw a movement by the bank of the lake, but before I could drink in the features from top to bottom the stranger had disappeared. I was sure for once that it had been a bloke.
Somehow that stranger didn't seem a stranger.
Somehow that stranger instead felt someone proverbial.
I sighed.
And,
that’s when it happened;
A new energy gushed in my veins.
All my dreariness was replaced with a new anticipation
One moment I felt like sun,
the other like moon.
It felt like a foreign force had taken control of me.
I felt stronger,
fiercer and
sharper.
I felt reborn.
I felt like a Stranger.

Merci.

Author's Note

Ignore grammatical errors.