Ms. Typewriter

I woke up this morning with a hope. A hope to see the sunshine,   A hope to see the outside world and amongst them with a hope to see my family. It’s been long years since I have been in this place. Sometimes I wonder what the reason for being here is. Is it my innocence responsible? Or is it my devotion for truth? Or is it my unbound love for my family? I have heard that every year the king releases some of the prisoners in the holy month of Ramadan. And every year I hope that I may find my name in the list. Unfortunately 14 years passed but my name was never mentioned. Most of my mates have been released and are enjoying their life maybe. Today it’s also one such day, the day when the king announces the name of those lucky prisoners who would be leaving this place. The sudden thumping and creaking sound of the prison gate put end to my thoughts. The jailer announced to me that I was  among one who would be released by the king today. My happiness had no boun

I remember reading this quote by poet, John Keats in my high school. I used to wonder maybe being beautiful is the happiest thing in one’s life. As I grew up I realized that my thinking was wrong. A thing maybe visually appealing, but if the quality is poor nobody would want to own it. Often when we go for shopping we get fooled by external features of an object. When we buy it and it’s not up to our expectation we don’t take a minute to throw it away. It’s not only applicable for objects but for some people too. There are many who are so beautiful and attractive to eyes, but when it comes to their behavior, it’s filled with envy and hatred. Such people are the most toxic to the society. They make friends with an intention of hurting and cheating. They are characterized by a very sweet tongue and a bitter heart. They can never be friends with anyone. They are always left alone at the end. If you are going to fall for their candied words then be ready to face the consequences