The Morgue!

Innocent as she was, her life was a piece of mystery unresolved.

Everyday she use to build a palace of her illusion, and then break it apart by a mischievous laughter.

Everyone called her a psycho, ignoring the fact that they were all part of the same asylum which preserved their sanity.

Her life, as she called it "The Morgue", was lifeless as it could be. 

She was accused of murdering her uncle, who was a well known activist of the city.

I wondered if she realised that she still looked like the pale winter morning which was unhappy about the grasses in the lawn yard covered with freezing dew-drops of happiness.

That morning she was holding steaming cup of her favourite tea, and pondering upon the fact that her garden was full of butterflies , all of the same color.

Her dad used to call her an observer, that she was. At the young age of 19 she had already achieved more than anyone at this age could.

Yet she felt the hunger growing inside her, deep and wide.

She wanted to be the world's best Lawyer.

All these thoughts were streaming inside her mind, when someone tapped her on her back, and sat next to her snatching that favourite tea and taking a sip of it without her permission.

Uncle , what a surprise, aren't you supposed to be in some rally for "Empowering the youth of the society" today.

He kept the cup aside and got a little more closer than usual.

That uncomfort caused a pain, she could never recover from.

She tried to move in every corner of the empty house that her parents left for her while moving out of the city.

She couldn't escape the terror running through her body.

She wanted to fight, but she freezed!!!

She wanted to run, but she crawled!!!

She wanted to scream, but she cried!!!

It felt like a knife cutting through her heart, and scattering the pieces in pit full of shame and dirt.

That day had passed, but she was still stuck on the stairs holding the hot cup of tea and adoring the beautiful butterflies in her garden.

She walked like a corpse, spoke to no one, yet screamed for help inside, which of course nobody would listen.

Cause they weren't there when she was horrified and traumatized by her own kind.

Years passed by , and she became a dead meat which was already butchered and eaten by.

Nobody could understand her silence, so she was sent to a place where all insane people like her belong

A mental asylum they called, "The morgue" she said..

It was unlike those winter mornings, no garden, no butterflies..

But few trees around the yard of the Asylum.

I bought her a cup of coffee and told her that there was someone to visit her in the kitchen canteen.

She sat across the table and looked him in the eyes.

He grinned, and stretched his hand to hold her.

He was here to tell her, that her parents were no more ,and he owns her property as well as her now.

Those words itched like a desire which wanted to pay its due.

She pushed his hand away, and choked him with the cup of hot coffee. 

This isn't my favourite anyway- she said.

He died a deserving death and she became a psycho who was feared and not spoken to.

Life is like a Morgue after all, were the last words from her book that she recited in one of her book reading after 20yrs from that battle in the Asylum that she won over him.