Niyati : When Hate Meets Destiny

2~ A melody of freedom

Nayantika

Ek dil ek jaan ek husn
Hazaar jazbaat ~

Will I ever be free from the chains of promises and given words

Will I ever be like a free eagle who's tied to nothing it flies and hunts and it doesn't care about the future it lives in the present. It actually lives.

I can't remember who I was before the world told me what to be

Maybe I had no identity of my own before that's why the people around me shaped me as they like

They hurt me caused me pain and betrayed me but i kept going back to them

History will always repeat itself,a soul no matter how many times it got broke will always search for a home to belong

I kept thinking why I don't feel warmth in them and why I don't feel like home with them?

Because I was looking for a home in the wrong people

Maybe I share blood with them but they won't think twice before treating me like a sacrificial lamb

But what do I do

I need someone who will love me like the moon loves the sun and is incomplete without its light

Someone who will love me forever and for eternity

Today I'll go to the temple and stand in front of Maa Durga without no filter Just me

Only my

My miserable self and broken heart

While my limbs were hurting I ran as fast as i could to get away from everything and reach the temple on the outskirts of the village

My feet started bleeding and my eyes were swollen from crying but i didn't stop

This temple is safe for me as no one comes here

As i finally stopped running my eyes fell on the oldest temple of my village

It was breaking down leaves covering the broken walls

I finally reached the Mandir and looked back only to see my mother and my sister getting out of a palki

And it was as if my soul left my body

Goosebumps arrived on my body and my face turned pale

I swifted my feet to hide but before I could Viransha's wandering eyes found my scared self

I turned my feet and ran to the temple climbing the stairs as fast as i could to reach my saviour

But there was no saviour only a man

Tall, broad shoulders, Black hair

He was standing in front of Maa Durga's with joint hands

My skirt brushed the stairs as i stepped foot on the cold marble that sent chills down my spine

I ran up to the man

In the stillness of the night wisdom stood infront of me

His tall figure was right infront of me but i couldn't Move my hand make him aware of my presence

I turned my head to look at my mother moving closer and closer to the stairs of the temple, she noticed me staring and fastened the pace leaving me to choice but to disturb the praying man

I wiped my tears as i thought of the life i would love if my mother catches me and takes me back to that horrifying place

But I could only see a frightened me begging in front of my mother to let me go but she wouldn't listen