Why?

Sitting by the side of the sole window of her room Lisa cursed the moment when she was saved. She considered jumping out of the same window but knew very well that jumping out of a hospital window that too only on third floor won’t help. Her helplessness gave way to a deep breath when sister entered the room.
“You look much better now”
Smile.
“Here, Take your medicines”
Lisa got up and did as sister asked her to. She looked out of the open door to see if anybody was peeping.
“..and yes lie down and take rest. you are too weak to sit around. OK”
Sister left closing the door behind.

Lisa was just 19. She used to love life and every thing about it. Anything on this earth would make her happy, flowers, rain, clouds, butterflies, kids, soil, sun, everything. Nothing that wrong has happened in her life for her to end it, just all her hopes and ambitions have died. She just didn’t want to live because life was the default state. She couldn’t think of any reason to survive. Nobody on this earth needed her for whom she could do something and neither was there anybody whom she desired.

Lisa was kept on tranquilizers. She slept whole day and night, and when she was awake she used to wonder as to why she is alive, for what? The worst part was that now she was literally in a jail, her every movement, every action being watched. In her zest of seeking ultimate freedom she even lost the basic freedom she used to have.

She was not sad but still she wanted to finish her life. For her, her life was already over it was just that these mortals were not allowing her body to lie in peace.

After another three days, she was shifted to a lower floor, with another two beds in the room. She never felt any sentiments for the place, good or bad it was all same for her. Not just the place, but everything.

She slept for the whole day. When she got up she realized she was no longer in her room. Her bed was next to a huge window viewing the beautiful sun going down the hill and a vast green land. The view was spectacular though it didn’t appear so to her. She felt hungry. She couldn’t remember when she had her supper last, but it didn’t matter. She looked around, there was food placed on the table kept on the other end of the room. She tried getting up but then she realized there was a loaf of bread kept on her side table. She picked it. It was stale but even that didn’t matter to her.

(to be continued….)