She returned home in evening, had a long day. “Sometimes everything seems so worthless, all my efforts seem futile”, she thought while splashing water on her face. She looked in the mirror, “I wish I could run away from everything.”


She was in a phase since past few days where nothing was happening right, nothing seemed right to her.


“Mom, I will be back in sometime”, she said, left the home and took stairs to the terrace. She opened the terrace door and went straight to the ladder of the water tank on the terrace. She climbed the ladder and was on the top of her building. She came to the edge and stood there for sometime. She took a deep breath. She knew what she was doing. She wanted peace and this was the only way for her.


She sat down and closed her eyes.


“Why life becomes so difficult sometimes? Why I have to face all this.” Her thoughts were running faster then a sunperfast train. She wanted to shut off her mind from all these thoughts. She could hardly bear it.


She opened her eyes and looked at the endless sky filled with the colours of dusk and felt something happening to her.


“The sky at this time gives a strange feeling”, she thought. “Can’t describe this feeling exactly. It’s something like emptiness along with loneliness and quietness…” She knew where her mind was going.


She looked down on the road, “when lights of the houses slips out of its windows, the road traffic moves back to home, birds return to their home too (have to imagine)….all this gives a feeling of coming back to home, coming back to self….gives a kind of loneliness…solitude…”


She looked at dimly shining stars that were complaining about the increasing pollution but still the breeze was very pleasant. She inhaled the cold breeze and felt better. “This makes me calm, realizing that it’s the final reality of life; everyone is alone in spite of being with all…how much ever I run behind everything, I have to come back to my self….”


“Even after being so involved with everyone and everything…a part of us remains untouched; alone even in the crowd of thousands…the part of self that is the witness of our acts, good or bad, right or wrong….it’s this part that talks to us when we are ready to listen to it….it always speaks the truth and shows the mirror to us…. keeps us true to ourselves, without any pretense. I drop the mask when I talk to this part…the mask that I wear like everyone else.”


“When I listen to this part of myself, a strange feeling comes….giving the effect of tranquilizer, calming all my nerves and making me ready to face the crowd of thousands.”


She sat there for quite some time. Her superfast train had come to its destination. Her mind was still, like the sky above.


When she got back to home, her mother saw her and knew she had the best conversation.