She unlocked the door and entered in room. It was her room but the way she entered, was not the same.
She looked at the walls as she has never seen them before, blood red walls; the room she use to call hot because of its red painted walls now for her was hotter then ever ,just like hell.
Tears fell from her eyes and rolled over her cheeks. Her feelings were altogether in contrast when she left in the morning.
She jumped on the bed, closed her eyes and took a deep long breath and asked herself.
“Who am I?”
“Where I am?”
“Am I leading my life? Or it is the life leading me?”
Whoever is leading was not the matter for her at that moment, the question was; where is it leading her?
For her, at that moment life was like stagnant water, still and stinky, she found herself at the same point in life where she was one year back.
She was thinking where did that year go? Or she is trapped in a blind alley, where she does not know where to go.
May be, she is in a blind alley but still walking with the hope that she may find light someday.
Another question popped in her mind.
Am I living my life or the life living me?
She thought for a moment and smiled; whoever lives was not the question again, who wins in the end was the question.
She knew the answer.
Death,
Yes, Death wins in the end; she murmured, smiled with tears in her eyes.
Closed her eyes and slept that she may find the destination in dreams.
