Specs of lightening fill her room and her heart with dread
The leaves, she hears them rustle
She closes her eyes shut in the hope to walk past the gloom
Her pillow helplessly binds my vision
But, it's all the same
A five year in her has been fighting since decades.
She tries to hold onto the belief
That all would end like a nightmare
But, the thunder in it's ferocious gaze
Withers her soul
And she sinks back in time
She decides to fight no more
She stares at the blank walls shadowing her dread
And as lightening strikes, she let's her brittle heart break apart
The shattering sound within her drowns what the thunder holds!
"Read between the lines", I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am, would you please elaborate? ", I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
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