What is the point? Point, I see none None but their smiles Smiles of the people who love me Me and those who do what I do Do the things no one else can Can we survive this? This terror, this all encompassing death Death that will get us all in the end End us all eventually Eventually might come but... But hope is the point Point me to a life where I won't say "what?"
Once upon a time, as a tiny girl of four, she had stood in front of a towering building admiring the way it had been constructed. She loved the world of beams, mortar and cement.
Once upon a time, she had reluctantly kept the civil engineering admission form aside and started filling in her application for home sciences. Her parents had both agreed that fine arts suited their daughter much more than being in a man's world loitering around half constructed buildings.
Once upon a time, she had dressed up in her mother's silk saree and carried a tray full of tea cups and savories for the family sitting in her living room. She felt her soul entangle endlessly in the folds of the saree but she had learnt to paint a smile on her face and present it to the world.
Once upon a time, she had tearfully folded her offer letter as a professor at a local college and stashed it away. Her husband assured her lovingly that he was earning enough to support the family and she should just relax and enjoy her life. 'It's so easy for women', he had said with a wry smile. 'No stress of making ends meet or climbing the corporate ladder.'
Once upon a time, she had hoped that the little baby inside her ever expanding belly was a boy. Atleast he wouldn't have to conform to the society's expectations and rules. She remembered a tear escape the corner of her eye as she looked at her little princess sleeping soundly in the crib next to her three days later.
Once upon a time, she had held her daughter's hand and walked upto to the principal's office to speak about the class bully. 'Girls shouldn't try to fight back boys', the principal had said. 'They will lose the fight however hard they try'. She had held on tightly to her daughter's little hand and walked away fighting back tears. 'You will never take injustice done to you. Stand up for your rights and dreams! I will always have your back, no matter what!', she told her wide eyed daughter on the way back home.
Today as she watched her teenage daughter score goal after goal in the national level football game, she couldn't stop feeling excited. Her interior decoration course was starting next week. A new chapter which her daughter had urged her to begin.
Once upon a time, not long ago, a naive girl lost her way. Detouring into the woods she witnessed dragons, goblins, witches, and a giant terrorizing her path. Not knowing which way to turn she dashed through the smokey woods never looking back.
No matter how fast or how long she ran it seemed she stayed in the exact same spot. There was no way out! Her prince charming hadn't come on his horse to rescue her. She felt defeated, when suddenly a wolf stood at the top of the forest.
All alone in its fresh grey coat. It amazed her to see a wolf alone without its packs. Even in her dazed world it didn't make sense. Until she watched the wolf battle all on her own.
With a loud shout, she watched the events come to halt. Through cloudy eyes, it begun to make sense. She was the wolf. Nothing could stop her, not even a dragon which was her fears. Nor goblins that happened to be demeaning thoughts or witches, miserable people that sought against her, or the giant which happened to the be the mountain in her way.
The naive girl noticed that a wolf led its pack. No prince charming was needed for her to lead her life. She wore a cheerful smile as she skipped free of the woods. Leading her life to a bright sunrise without a thought of waiting on the prince to save her.
A princess wasn't who she dared to be anymore—she was a lone wolf, ready to be the huntress of her own tale.