Yet Another night

Winter asphyxiated the land pale, as the pearly moon filled the sky. Wrapping up the lacerated blanket she tried to close her frozen eyes. A gentle hush cloaked the land. Lying there still like a dead body she noticed some on-lookers pass by. All wearing luxurious jackets, pants and gloves. While one murmured, “Brrr! Such a cold night!” she gaped in astonishment and fear of what the world might go through if they were to live one day like this. The silver grey skies above were bare. No clouds, nothing to shelter her from this treacherous pain she was going through. Straight ahead a glimmer of light covered her face. A family of four sat there enjoying their seasoned vegetables under the lambent light of the fire. When was the last time she ate something? Perhaps, she does not know; or maybe she does not bother. For her a meal once in a day was enough to let her survive a week. As the time goes by the lights shutter off. The one source of heat also disappears. When the whole of the country dozed off under their cozy blankets she laid there, eyes wide open, with tingling fingertips and chattering teeth. Imaginably, she might have insomnia. How beautiful the sky looked? Stars shining, the moon diffusing its heavenly light filling up the long-stretched roads. It is as if a show of mystifying and marvelous beauty was being held for her and only her. As the night went on a cold mist blanketed the atmosphere around. Wrapping herself up like a cocoon she quivered hoping for it all to end. Alas! The world was cruel. For she knew the devastating truth, but she never gives up. Humming her favourite song with broken up lyrics she finally closed her eyes and whispered, “Thank You, for letting me live yet another day…”

The writer is a student of A levels