It Is Your Fate

The lighting from a table lamp in a room is falling on a white paper, the reflection from the paper is making the darkness in the room to know the presence of paper, the paper is plain, neat and clean, the lamp is proud of being with paper, but the paper has different thoughts and wants to know what is real purpose of her existence.

Previous paper under the same lamp one hour before was her mother, she was used and then thrown into dustbin. Her mother used to say to her that the ink written on our face decides our fate, it can make us into a living soul from which people refer their past, or for knowledge or it can make them entertain, or it makes us crush and get burnt into ashes.

The paper gets interrupted from thoughts by flickering of the table lamp, the paper gets inked, each word getting inked on her makes her feel different than what she is before, the words getting inked on paper are like jewel for her, it's not the feeling of getting torn away, it is like getting birth from a mothers womb, she can feel her soul with words inked on her. After some time she finds herself under a fluorescent tube light packed in a book in a library.