Escape

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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She saw her reflection in the mirror and twitched her face. She loathed her reflection of bespectacled , freckled-faced with bushy eyebrows. The more she gazed in the mirror, more she would slip in the bottomless chasm of depression. She'd been a recluse for more time than she would care to remember. Her day dreams were also dimensionally challenged: it only traversed in space sans time. She would dream that she had sprouted beautiful wings of a butterfly and flittered among flowers. Those dreams were her only solace in this realm of insanity, which would lessened her mental anguish. This irrational fear of her ugliness stemmed out of her inferiority complex, which was stimulated by her beautiful and rich classmates. She had beautiful posters of butterflies all over her room.

"I shall be a butterfly soon………," She thought diffidently and this thought forced a rare smile on her cracked lips. Deep down in her heart, she knew that she was an ugly caterpillar and trying to cocoon herself as a larva with her thoughts of pseudo-freedom. Her dream of turning into a butterfly always built fortress around the reality and choke it to asphyxiated death. Like a jockey, she would ride the stallion of her dreams to escape from reality to a far-flung region of schizophrenic fantasies.

She turned her wheelchair towards the only window in her small room to see how many flowers are left to be explored in the yard of the sanatorium, once she turned into a butterfly.

——— Binzy

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14 thoughts on “Escape

  1. Hey, many people undergo such situation where they find everyone around them to be good, happening and beautiful, while they are good for nothing. But we got to discover ourselves. We might be better in something or the other thing.
    Nice post! πŸ™‚

  2. @Nethra: Very true. When one is in such situation, it’s very hard to trust oneself. Thaks for the comment.

    @Karan: Thanks for liking it. Welcome to my patlour !!

  3. Short write-up, and made its impact to the maximum effect.
    It’s sad some of us lose confidence and feel inferior. But there is no escape from such things, is there?
    I liked you language.
    All the best!

  4. Hey this is such a sad story… 😦
    Often, surrounded by people we think are beautiful, we lose value for our own worth.
    Well written, and one of the few short posts i’ve read in B A T.
    You’ve put so much meaning into so little.
    πŸ™‚
    Best of luck for Blog a ton!

  5. I like reading short posts, though I cant write short ones πŸ™‚ I loved your narration style. It often happens, we tend to think that we are ugly, mainly because others make us feel so. But one should think about other things in which they are good and not compare themselves with others. Nice post.

  6. Beautiful use of words Binzy.. nd jus luvd the perfect combination of expressions and length.. Welcome 2 Blog-a-Ton and keep enriching it with ur participation πŸ™‚

  7. Pingback: It pours: both from the eyes and the sky ( Short story) | Binzy's Promiscuous thoughts

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