The gift of endurance - a short story
As the shafts of autumnal sunlight struggled through the half-shut windows, striving to cheer up the morose creature within a flat of the three-storied apartment of her umpteenth neighbourhood, Mini, the nomad, sat there, alone, by her bed, wondering if she truly belonged to this world, speculating where she had gone wrong, praying for things to sort themselves out. Her mind altered between pain and vengeful thoughts. Like Macbeth, she envisioned stabbing the ones she loathed – like a child, she cowered from the thought of ending up behind the bars. But how was her life different from that of being imprisoned? Did she really have the freedom to live life on her own terms? Mini started recalling her own past, in her bid to discover where precisely, she had gone wrong… Before her eyes, flashed her own face, much younger, innocent, and not yet marred by adulthood and suffering – which she concealed so well. She could hear her little voice, see the gleam in the eyes of a child wh...