The View

She let out a sigh of relief. She had finally time to herself, done with all her chores. A day she had been waiting for, ever since she heard about the phenomenon in this new place they had moved into. She had limited time in hand until they return from the village. Washing her hand and face, without any further delay, she headed towards it. What started as a hurried walk soon broke into a run. She ran as she had never before afraid to miss it: Her white knee length dress hugging her against the wind, her brown long tresses bouncing behind. Careful, not to fall, her feet carried her through the green meadows towards the light. Finally it opened up, the tall unending mountains surrounded by lush green brooding forests. She stopped; it indeed seemed like the end of the world. The deep gorge laying between them irritated her, she wanted to go as near to the mountains as she could. She would find a way, she thought determinedly. She sat down at the end of the cliff, legs dangling aware of the danger below. She smiled. She felt free among them. Slowly she took out her smoke, she needed it to transcend into the other world. A world without fear and ties, a world just like her. The setting sun looked beautiful amongst the smoke haze. Yes, she had chosen the right time to come. She always preferred the dusk to the dawn. The sky looked like a painter’s board, the color palette changing with every stroke of the brush. As she looked at the sun, she could not help but wonder how similar they both are. Emanating light, drawing others to their brightness and unrestrained energy and burning them as they come closer. She wanted to end like the sun also, giving light and burning inside as long as it takes before the taking the final dip to the oblivion. She realized her smoke was long over and it had begun to get dark. She stood up, grudgingly but pleased and started her way back, only to return soon.