"Let Go of It" - A Narrative by Prabha Tiwari, B.Com Regulars, 2A

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LET GO OF IT!

                                  I stared at my replica. There was no difference, but just that she had black orbs, completely black. It would be an understatement to say that I wasn’t terrified, because I was. But how is this possible? Who is she? I know that it’s me. But she may be the dark and evil side of mine. It felt like my soul would leave me anytime soon.

                              “Yes, you are right. I’m a dark and evil side of yours. You know what, I pity you and it disgusts me that I am you. You are a little piece of crap who doesn’t deserve to live. Do you know why? Because you can be anything but good. Just look at yourself. Such a piece of waste you are. You couldn’t be a good daughter, a good friend, or a good lover. Nothing in you is good. I’m ashamed that I am you. Tchhhh! Such a waste that exists in the nine realms. Why don’t you die than being a burden to the earth. You know what, if it was in my hand, I would definitely kill a person like you.” She spat at me with those furious black orbs. I could feel her anger in me. Well, why would I not? After all, she was me.

                               It terrified me to no extent. I so wish I could deny the facts that the replica stated. But, I know they are all true. I could be anything but good. I couldn’t be a great daughter, not a good friend and not a good lover. I felt a terrible pang in my heart. Her words pierced my heart and broke it into millions of pieces. But then, “You know what, you’re right. Every word you spoke is as true as this universe is. But my past doesn’t matter. I know I couldn’t be a good daughter, but now that I am a good person, as my parents wanted me to be. The path I chose, I’m sure my parents are proud of me. I wish they were here with me to see that at last, I’m happy. Even this is true, that I couldn’t be a good friend. I couldn’t save my only friend from that fatal accident. But I tried my best. And love? How will a person like you understand what love actually is. That man didn’t deserve me, he betrayed me, he cheated on me, so I left him. I know you have the capability to corrupt me, alas you can’t. I know I have flaws; actually, tell me who doesn’t have flaws. Every person that exists in this universe has flaws in them, am I any exception? No! Right? Then why? Why should I die? Why should I suffer? Just because I chose what I wanted and I wanted to be happy, should I suffer? No, a big no for it. Do you understand?”, I screamed my thoughts.

                              She chuckled and said, “You are really something, aren’t you? You know what, only you can beat yourself. I thought you would fall for my trap, but you are something different. Really different. All the best. By the way- it was nice talking to you.” And then I was on the hospital bed. Great. But it feels different in a good way. I sigh when I see a doctor approaching me.   

                                                                                                       ~  PrabhaTiwari (B.Com)