Page 56 - GINGER

Numbness flew, and darkness replaced the light.

Nothingness existed, and stillness prevailed.

She laid loose on the rock that now stood solid on the surface of sea, semi-conscious,
which felt like sweet slumber.

It was the crackling and flutter of gull wings, and breaking of sea waves over the rock,
that finally woke her up back to the world of sensations and feelings. The moist air
perspired at her skin and the wind rustled through her frock now.

She cleared her wet fringelets off her face to begin to see the now unfolded mystery
before her eyes.

The rock felt like a plain uninterrupted floor that directed to even more continuous land
of rocks.

She took her first step, like a one-year old baby, discovering the synergy of her feet, with
the floor below, with the cool of the rock-surface calming her.

A distracting light radiated from around her; she found out it was the small frock pocket
that was glowing now.

‘The key.’ She thought.

She pulled it out and stared at it in her palms as it glared at her.

It shone like it had suddenly come alive, and was breathing with every pulse of golden
light.

She looked ahead and through that light, to find hidden sister light peeping a few meters
ahead of her.

She walked curiously as ever, as the shells, the fallen stars, the swaying purple weeds
that were spread all through the surface looked at her in reciprocation.

When she did reach closer to the light, she saw something she had not half expected.

A wall stood erect facing her, a wall that looked like her home wall. But a wall with a
difference, that difference had her awestruck.

She swiftly moved the entangling creepers on the wall aside to have a clearer look, and
there it was.