A QUEST TO SURVIVE

Waking up in the middle of night she found herself abandoned in a marsh. She let out a loud cry. But it didn’t rouse even a bat

Suffocated by the darkness around her she decided to make the next move.

 But how????? How to do that in a marsh?????????

What next?

Let’s make peace with thee……. She thought

She remained there, realizing that the dirty marsh is gulping her up ….

Let it taste, taste every single inch of my body..She thought …..for she knew it would be foolish  to scream.

Let dawn break and sun shower his brightest rays. She was sure, it will dry up and she will get out of it the next minute.

Closing her eyes she waited.

Suddenly her cheeks became wet.

‘’ Oh, It’s my tears’’…. she thought.

But she needs to hold it back .Let it not adds to the swamp strength.

She felt as if playing a game of tug of war with the swamp. Her long tresses being the tug, with swamp on one end and herself at other.

She stayed there with her gaze up and eyes widened, So that her tears don’t ditch her for her enemy.

Time passed and passed. .she waited and waited for dawn to break.

Her toes where held up…she was trying to reach up to something .Even when the muddy land pulled her bosoms, she refused to feel it with her hands.

 Suddenly it was pandemonium around her.

Only  the small circle in which she stayed was marshy. Everybody else were on firm ground.

Hey…… now even the marsh isn’t pulling her.

Muddy lady…… everyone shouted……

She screamed and cried with all her strength…. Closing her eyes tightly.

Was it tears or rain which added to marsh’s strength ????????

…….. Marsh wins……… declared the referee