FLY FREE

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DISCUSSION WITH THE AUTHOR OF "FLY FREE"

A scene straight out of an interview -

A fan - ma'am, why did you decide naming your story as "fly free"

She answers with a composed aura and a radiant smile as her eyes go distant as if reliving the moment - "This is my story. It is written by me very unlike my life; until I met him, he met me, we met us. After meeting him I felt my life was mine not just to breathe, but to live"

She returns from the moment she had dived into. Her eyes moist while her smile conveyed it wasn't a bad one at all. As she sucks in a breath, her heart aches for him while her soul cherishes their time together.

Another question comes shooting at her -

"Why him?"

"Because the moment my eyes fell on him, I felt alive"

"Is your story cliché as others too? Like falling in love? Him being possessive? Dominant? Devilishly handsome? A rich billionaire? Or a dog who just loiters around his wife?" - the question being raised by someone's eyes filled with disinterest, voice with mockery and words with no empathy at all.

As she looked at the "fan", her heart felt absolute disgust while her eyes displayed the rage she felt. The entire place felt quiet seeming there wasn't a soul in the world, all humanity had seized - dead and selfish.

She drew in a sharp breath, and spoke though in a very calm yet dangerous tone "Yes, falling in love is being human and I'm one, you'd understand if you were one too though"

A gracious smile adores her face.

"As far as being a dog counts, he showered me with respect, space and dignity your dog most likely is deprived of" With this she raises her eyebrow as if challenging the haters to continue as she is more than prepared to rip them off and apart.

Whispers erupt in the crowd, some eyes full of appreciation, some faces horrified while the one questioning sits in between the crowd - flustered. As she mutters an almost inaudible sorry the proceedings continue.

"Ma'am, this way" basks a voice in the interview.

As she looks over, she finds a girl - looking almost like a teenager yet being a leading reporter.

"Yes" she permits to having being asked.

"Ma'am, how do you think your life was before you met him?" the reporter asks, her voice reigning confidence yet feigning no arrogance.

"Meeting him felt like the start of my life, before it I was just alive."

"Ma'am, could you please elaborate" as the media requests; she smiles.

"My parents might have given me wings, but he gave me the courage I needed to fly, he gave me the sky I could bask under. I was always a bird by birth, but it was him who let me out of my confined cage. I remember staying at home almost always as my parents feared the world might harm my dignity, misuse my innocence; not their fault either, as we live in such a world. But having beasts in the open while my human self - locked up as if I was a prisoner within my own house made me feel sick. The world wasn't trusted, but neither was I. Just for the fear of becoming a victim, I was already turned into one.

Birds aren't meant to stop flying for its their nature, some devilish humans are meant to stop poaching for its not their right." She pauses as the audience listens silently, if pin drop silence was ever totally followed with due respect, it was this. It was here, through her words and by her emotions. She continues hiding away her moist eyes beneath her thick, dark eye-lashes just like she did before he entered her life.