It was 1.30 in the morning. Lying on the bed with one hand under her supine head, Melissa was looking at the ceiling. The walls were pink and white. Pink never went with her personality and she had never wanted it. But, something made her like it at that point of time. It was adding some colour to her insipid and dull life; it was bringing an inexplicable relief to her senses. She lay wondering about her life achievements. She lay, thinking for several minutes. There were cobwebs on the ceiling corners. The ceiling fan was crying out for some cleaning. A lot of things needed to be changed. A lot of things needed to be reformed.
Melissa got up and sat cross-legged on the bed; her head bent down and her back crouching. She sniffed; looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her face had thinned down; she had dark under her eyes. Her eyelashes were moist. In spite of all the sorrows, her eyes were refulgent.
What does she hear all of a sudden? There's a knock at the door!
Who could it be at this hour of the day?
"Who is it?" Melissa asked softly.
"Melissa!" She heard a familiar voice say, although she could not locate the voice.
She reached out to the door knob and opened the door.
It was............ "Her hope"............ "Her light"........ standing there; right across the door.
Melissa got up and sat cross-legged on the bed; her head bent down and her back crouching. She sniffed; looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her face had thinned down; she had dark under her eyes. Her eyelashes were moist. In spite of all the sorrows, her eyes were refulgent.
What does she hear all of a sudden? There's a knock at the door!
Who could it be at this hour of the day?
"Who is it?" Melissa asked softly.
"Melissa!" She heard a familiar voice say, although she could not locate the voice.
She reached out to the door knob and opened the door.
It was............ "Her hope"............ "Her light"........ standing there; right across the door.