Life escalating into wildness in her perception, Mira focused on the call. It wasn’t a short silence afterwards of anger within her that made her call friends in the first place instead of going straight to the reunion. In fact, she had a heated argument with one such friend, Lena, cutting all ties with her for quite some time.
Almost at the same time with the… leaves enjoyed the autumn sun, hung gently on the call to her line friend. Relationship grew wild in seconds as they talked about a forthcoming reunion. Her long-held issues with Lena came to light when she rashly criticized Mira regarding her profession.
“You don’t know this job,” Mira shot back, emotions bubbling inside, her shaking voice indicating suppressed frustration. “Books can make a difference in people’s lives. I am a book warrior!”
“Why don’t you do something ‘real’ instead of this, Mira? You are wasting your life away!” came Lena’s reply, insulting, ridicule and mockery ringing in her voice.
Mira’s heart played drums in her chest a rhythmic sound, glaring storm of raging hatred threatening to explode. She repressed experiences of suppression in the past, mistreatment by the people and the inner critic attributed to herself. ” And why are you always rude to me? I don’t meet your standards of success, do I?”
The telephone conversation was ended in a short notice, leaving Mira panting and furious. Spiraling out of the house she fled into the walkaway as tamed a rage bombed under her, trailed like a convict. While passing through the town, she spotted several magnificent trees, however, she was particularly attracted to the rich foliage of the oak tree in the park.
Out of nowhere, she stood still her eyes glued to the particular tree. Its roots were buried deep in the soil, thus it was impossible for the tree to be dislodged. “How come I allow people to determine how much I am worth?” she pondered. “Like that tree, there is strength within me.”
Mira inhaled deeply, savoring the cool earthiness of the decayed exhaled leaves.
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