The box was
small. She could easily fit in .But she was trapped. She tried coming out but
it wouldn’t open. She tried banging on to it asking for help. No one came.
Getting into it was her decision. Adventure was what she looked for, now it had
trapped her with nowhere to go. She had no choice left than to accept the
situation and keep waiting to get out of there.
The environment
inside was comfortable. She sat cross legged and took a deep breath. The box
was colored she saw, with some of the most beautiful combinations. They
uplifted her mood. She touched the surface. It was smooth and she wanted to
keep touching it and so she did. There were little birds drawn on the walls. They
kept telling her she would fly like them. One day. One day she would escape and
she would be out there, free and above the rest of the world. The floor of the
box was soft and she could comfortably sit there. There was silence and peace
in the air. She could hum her favorite songs and sing them out loudly. The box
would give her perfect company.
She felt their rhythm
matched. They were so much at peace with each other. One perfectly accommodating
the other. The trap didn’t feel a trap anymore. It felt the perfect place to be
in. She was loving the place. The thought of what would happen later didn’t bother
her. All that mattered was the perfect time that she was having. The
impossibility of being stuck in it didn’t strike her. She wanted to build her
world inside. To stay there away from the worldly beasts. In the arms of the
box she could feel solitude and contentment. Complete, is what she felt. She
had been yearning for this space since a very long time. Away from the chaos,
away from the struggles, strength is what she felt. Leaving didn’t seem attractive,
staying did. And she knew she would have to go. She prayed to let her be there.
She tried not to make any noise lest someone come and set her free. The
loneliness felt a boon, the company of many a bane. She recoiled at the idea of
going back to the world. The place seemed so much hers. Made for her. Perfect.
She heard
footsteps coming towards box. Someone had come and unlatched it. Was calling
out to her to come out. She dreaded leaving. Did not want to come out. She kept
sitting there and someone called out again, this time in a louder voice and she
rushed outside.
The box had been
her hideout since childhood. The impossibility of the possibility of being
trapped had always attracted her.
