Midnight Musing

She could not speak, nor could she protest, ’cause every time she tried to, she choked herself with her own blood. She was beaten up, she was tortured. She could only moan and groan, but not say a word. She was helpless. Her hair was ripped out of her head. Every stitch of her attire was tattered, and with every weak attempt at protest, blood gushed out of her open wounds throughout her body. ‌ Every time that she tried to stand up, a new dagger was jabbed into her heart. And every time she found herself in a fresh pool of her own blood. She was humiliated, abused, tortured and molested every moment, but her children, spread throughout the world, had turned their backs against her. She screamed, she howled, “I’m dying… I’m dying…” but no one heard her, no one turned around to look. They were busy fighting for power, fighting amongst themselves. And thus, gradually, Lady HUMANITY died, unnoticed, and uncared…

It   had rained like it never rained before… The sky was a lousy shade of grey, and the tall trees swung their heads and swirled their branches in the pouring rain. Roads had begun to clog with the heavy showers from the high. Streets were clearing up quickly, shops were closing down; and the animals of the street stayed put to their clans, too scared to come out of their shelters. While everyone chose to stay at home, one young girl was determined to go to school. Turning a deaf ear to her mother’s persuasion, tackling the weather head-on, umbrella in hand she set out for school. She was hardly halfway through, when the water rose to as high as her knees. Fighting against the cold wrath of nature, she was moving on, sloshing through the water, when a strong gust of wind came hurling towards her, and blew away her umbrella. Thunder rumbled, lightening flickered. It was getting dark and cold, and she was getting drenched to the skin. Yet one thought gave her the courage to move on—h...