Living A Million Lives... (Short story)

The orange sun rays are giving hope, that there may be warmth even in the coldest of the times.. it is getting to be dark and the world will be covered under a thick dark blanket of coldness, surrounding the mountains very soon. The huge dark Willows overseeing the horizon are giving the mother earth a thicket of dense Hunter’s green hue, covering any hurt within and showing a passionless, emotionless silence, holding all the turbulences and turmoil that is going in Jade's mind as it is under the wetlands of the forest, through the ocean beyond the view.

Every morning is a day of surprises waiting to be unraveled. A challenge thrown into the life, was way too demanding than the gentle breeze that flows over the ocean, at that serene moment. Does it matter if life is not just priorities, but also of choices that have to be made with sans emotions.. A life that could have been, is hushed, sucked out of the lungs as the home that should have raised has consumed it instead, breaking all the bondages that would join the structure and piece by piece, extracted and rooted out into the cold, as the ashes are scattered over the dense onlooking trees that have housed so many lives.. Still, in this harsh world, unfinished as it was, hoping to arrive in a couple of weeks, in full splendour, she arrived quietly, without a cry and her life was thrown out in bargain, leaving a pathetic trail of human decisions surrounding those who can think much less of others and couldn’t care a hoot as they suppressed their ability to offer care. Corporate companies, do need to care individual's needs, they are humans, not cogs in a machine, and humans need care irrespective of companies'policies to survive. Who pays attention to this small voice?

Months of delaying of break times at work, right at the time of need, waiting for breaks and shifts, while work demanded more attention, yet being affected with a loss of appetite or gradual weakness, leading to anorexia and bulimia, because a Barbi cannot be a raggedy Ann, for the uncouth corporate bodies that cater least to the needs of a mother to be to care her precious in her home.. How could one strive to carry a full term if all they cannot is raise them safe or not to share the office hours with them.. No, that’s just not all, there was more saga rooted down..

 It was not possible to continue without getting hurt, so one more day of sacrificing is not an option over life caring for others, more demanding, her little cousin brothers and sisters, needed more care. Losing parents for Covid and SARS, and travelling all the way from Mexico, she had to be there for them, and surviving and sustaining...

Birds in the forest are staying close to their mama tonight.. As the sun sinks in the West, that dark night homes the ashes in its womb and raising it into trees and fruits of vigour that can be born into million forms, making million lives with just, this one divided into a million.. and each a complete whole by itself, and life goes on..