Of Freedom and Memories

She stood at the edge and looked around. The air smelled damp. Like every year, moonsoons had played peekaboo this year too. In the clouded sky, the moon was somewhere lost. She know that even though the sky was overcast, it wasn’t going to rain. Not yet.

The lands might be parched, people dying of thirst but sometimes… just sometimes, god wants to play with us. Peekaboo.

From where she stood, the houses looked small. The cars looked small. She took a deep breath. Once more the warmth in the air hit her lungs like a sack full of metal. She was swaying now, almost ready to collapse. Steadying herself on the edge of the building was not an easy job. Yet, she had to do it. It was not time yet. The goodbyes had to be said.

She closed her eyes slowly and mentally scanned the faded memories. There has to be one… there has to be one, she chanted. Finally she selected the one where he lay on her stomach and she lay on his back, kissing him everywhere. Smiling, laughing.

Yes. That should do.

She opened her eyes. Smiled. She had to do this before the distant memory slipped away once again from her realm.

Another deep breath…. and then light. Eternal light. And freedom.

Finally. No chains.