The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...
Why is it that only our choices reflect us and not once the situations and circumstances in which we are forced to make the choices ??
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines and a more beautiful picture :)
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Making choices is the hardest part. Life would have been easier if we didn't have to choose.
ReplyDelete@Fatima - Strong question and very apt. Wish we had the answer.
I kept pondering about this question, the circumstances, but I know one thing till the time I can't overstep these circumstances and make my choices I am going to remain no one even to myself.
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