For A Truly Perfect Day

The alarm went off at 7 am and she woke up. It was time to get ready and go.

As soon as she woke up, a kiss was planted on her cheek lovingly wishing her birthday. She hugged back and swung out of the bed and under the shower.


The hustle bustle had started and as she hastily picked up her belongings from various corners of the room and stuffed them into the bag. Some where at the back of her mind, she wondered about what was as usual missing from the special day. She left the air conditioned walls of her room and tip toed into the other room.
All was quiet.

She quietly stepped back with a wistful smile on her face, swallowing the tears in her eyes till they sunk deep back into the sockets and stepped out to a rainy day.

Popping open the pink umbrella, she gingerly made her way to where she was to be picked up. The new shoes gathered the rain and muck without least bothering the wearer. She was lost in some other world altogether.

The day was special and everyone around her made it as special as she could have possibly wished for.

Getting back home, the same thought played on her mind. It had been years now. The same day, the same feeling - every single year.





That day she decided she couldn't anymore. And away she went. To save herself from the thought that now pervaded every single moment she saw him; the same feelings gnawing at her insides. The feeling of rejection, of unimportance of not being what she ought to be to him.
















She quit.