And then it was Thursday, her favourite day. Her closed eyes felt very heavy, and heart very light. A weight was lifted off her chest. She wanted to sleep that night like there was no morning the next day. For once, just once; she wanted to sleep without thinking that she had to wake up early the next morning; half-heartedly. For once, just once; she wanted to sleep like there was no work the next day; like she could vanish into a world that she knew practically didn’t exist- the world of dreams. And then, as she shut her eyes to do all this- sleep didn’t come. Instead, words came rushing to her and she immediately picked up her diary to pen down her thoughts.
That mountain right in front of her window; that same mountain on which nothing except a temple sits calmly; that same mountain which appeared to her the highest of all- she wanted to rush to that same mountain, close her eyes, take a deep breath, embrace the surrounding and with all the saved energy- let go. Let go of all the malice in her heart; all that was making her feel burdened; all that was keeping her shackled. She wanted to let go and shout so that everything inside her gushed out with all force and purify her soul; shout so that all the pain that dwelled inside for long, came out and melted with the clouds that hovered over this mountain.
And then perhaps, those clouds could take away that melted pain and pessimism away from her, and grant her the same serenity that she once felt.
With all the writing, her heart felt so light. She closed her eyes once again; this time without any sense of grief, without any thought to ponder over. And for a few seconds before slipping into her dreams, she opened her eyes and saw him smiling next to her- smiling at her with all his heart-as if making a silent promise that he is there to look after her and handle all her troubles.
All she could say this time was, “You are the reason I never give up. You are the reason I love my life. You are the reason I wake up every day.”