Carlin Helena

Drama Classics

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Carlin Helena

Drama Classics

Utopia

Utopia

5 mins
257


      It was a long snowy day. People walking here and there covering up themselves, almost all over except their pretty tiny faces. The birds had already stored enough food in summer to use by this time. Everyone were well prepared as if they were on their battlefield. The only pity creature is the homeless old man all burying himself in thin and patched piece of cloths and papers. The world is revolving around, years, with this same scenario. No one dared to blame as if it was their fate.


     Mora was walking furiously along the roads. It was already past six and she was not heading home. She was on her way to search a part time job. Everybody wish to stay home under their warm blanket with a warm cup of tea in their tiny freezing hands. Even the employees rush home to get dumped by those warm fluffy blankies. But Mora was a bit different from others.


       Mora took up the title ‘breadwinner’ at an early age. It was when her father died. She was just 10 by then. He used to work as a constructing employee. He had a serious injury as he fell from a five story building. He eventually lost his poor life due to a wholesome loss of blood. He had nothing to be called as property.


        She used to work numerous part time jobs since she was the one paying her tuition fees as well for her little brother. Her mother started working as a fruit vendor and her earnings doesn’t touch the satisfactory line to meet their household expenses. Sometimes they had to skip meal to save money.


        In addition to this her grandmother had joined their living two years back. Now the family really became big and they had a lot of expenses. Mora had no other way but to do overtime. That is why she is on her way to find another part time job. She had no time to waste and every minute is precious to her.


        At times she used to envy students who are rich, who enjoy picnics, who spend their time with their fathers, who had all three meals a day and so on. But honestly, getting distracted is the other reason she keep herself busy.


       At school she had no interest in friends and kept isolating herself. She had nothing fun to speak about. All her life is miserable. Now she is almost 17. Years roll really fast. Mora got used to her life but sometimes she used to lay in her bed imagining of her utopia.


       Mora never wished like other girls. Having living in a palace and wearing pretty dress, cheering handsome prince was not her utopia. All she needed is her small family laughing at each other, sitting around the table and having a delicious meal. And that’s it!


       One fine day as usual she was attending her school and the homeroom teacher introduced a new student who had just transferred from far away. She gave an excellent introduction about herself and took a seat near Mora. Mora was not so interested in her. She was never even in a mood a giving a look.

       She was Lusy. Her first day of school is not more different from us. She got some curious looks and some starring looks from the students. She had hard time making friends and there she goes….she made almost half of the classmates as her friends. But still she was curious about Mora.


       Once she decided to have a conversation with Mora. It was tough at the beginning because Mora was a reserved type. But as days passed they really made a great friendship, moreover a bear friendship. Mora really loved her friend. She was kind and always happy cheering others in their times.


        It was a chilly Tuesday morning. Students were running and rashing on the playground and Mora quietly sat beside Lusy to ask about her hyper happiness. What others thought of Lusy is extremely opposite to her reality. Lusy was a orphan. She lost her parents in a car accident at the age of 7. No relative claimed her and she had to survive all by her own. She ran errands looking for jobs. She worked as cleaner, seller, waitress and did almost all the part time jobs.


         Mora was really shocked that Lusy’s situation is lot more serious than her. Lusy added that she is happy just because she is living and there are people lot worse than her. Mora was really moved by her words. Lusy got a higher place in Mora’s heart.

          That night Mora laid in her bed imaging her utopia. She realized that utopia can’t be found but only can be made. She learned to enjoy her living. “A person is responsible for his/her own utopia. Life being wonderful or miserable is their own doing”.


          And again it was a long snowy day. People walking here and there covering up themselves, almost all over except their pretty tiny faces. The birds had already stored enough food in summer to use by this time. Everyone were well prepared. The only pity creature is the homeless old man all burying himself in thin and patched piece of cloths and papers. The world is revolving around, years, years and years with this same scenario. No one dared to blame as if it was their fate……a fate of utopia…..


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