She was sitting in her room, facing TV, facing but not watching. She is staring on the wall behind the TV. Misha doesn’t know where she is. Her mind is full of so many thoughts, plenty of questions. She was getting flashbacks from some old bad “not good” days. She was hurt. Whenever she remembers those words, those moments, those arguments, a tear so slowly roll down her cheek. Misha realized she is getting weak. She is gathering her broken pieces.
“Himmat sirf tab nahi dikhai jaati jab dikhana asan ho”
These words from an advertisement forced her to look at TV. As if, it was just for her. Talking and answering her. It came at the right time and in the right way. She felt like someone up there is watching her. Taking care of her. One who can’t see her weak. That power has given her a way. IT guided her.
She smiles. Looked up. “Thank you” is what she said. She is determined now. She is filled with strength.