Darkness was falling all around as though the sky was coming down. With all the helplessness I look up to the sky as though it was my last refuge. Whole body aching I lay there, hanging down the cliff with pain unable to bear. With the storm about to come barely knowing the time I have left. My fingers are paining, as the sharp edges of the rocky cut through me. Looking up to the sky I called him; god whom I have never called before, why me? Just two hours back, I was at home a place full of love, yet I was alone. But now, all those faces are burning fire. I had ran out of there with my bike, expecting peace here and there. The long brown grass moved with the winter wind, and I reached the best place on land, or maybe I thought so, not knowing the worst. With the fall fear captured my eyes. Now, hanging down I hold tight struggling and struggling with all my might. Below me the rushing sea opens up to take me. As I clutch tight I ask
Rantings of an unladylike lady