(Artwork by Ashwin Pandya)
Monal at fifty often turned to her beautiful childhood for solace. Outwardly no other person seemed happier, luckier or more happening than Monal. She had mastered the art of smiling. It was not even a fake one. Only, she had stopped visiting the crevices of her heart that hurt. That too seemed like a mastery.
Then one day she felt feelings that externally angered her but inwardly made her sad and confused. She became determined to undertake a certain personal journey. It scared her to bits. It made her cry. But she knew that the time had come to no longer drift in a meaningless, painless vortex that made her more numb. Such was the start to that crucial year of her life in a long time.
Some unknown and unidentifiable wisdom within her clearly told her that this was the beginning of something big. But only at a very personal and private level. Hopefully
Short Stories by Sushmita Gupta