She sits on the balcony sipping black coffee from her yellow mug. A few drops of rain graces her face and she smiles. Her wind is creating havoc with her loose hair and yet she sits there quietly. A million thoughts in her head and more than a million emotions plaguing her. She looks at the bright orange hibiscus flowers around her and smiles. She has nurtured them with so much care and love. These plants were her children and she loved them like a mother, always fussing over them. The tiny palm tree brushed her hands as she patted it. It had grown taller she realized. The wind grew stronger and the skies turned a dark shade of grey. But she did not flinch. She sat on her chair, sipping coffee thinking about everything and yet without a worry in her head.
She was fearless and did not accept the norms of the world. She lived in her own world of black and while and added ample colors to her life. A dollop of yellow for happiness, a tinge of red for power. A drizzle of green for peace and a splatter for purple for chaos. It was all there, as a part of her. Her very own rainbow, she likes to call it. Of course it does have a pot of gold at the end of it. The way to which only she knows. After all she is the one who paved the way for it. She walked on thorns, sticks and stones to find a way for herself in this hypocritical world. People dragged her and tried to poison her with every turn, but she was not the one to give in. She threw the poison at them and walked on.
Today as she sits on her balcony on a rainy evening and watches the rain play pitter patter on her window pane, she feels a sense of satisfaction. She had love in every form with her, but it was nothing when compared to the hatred she was subject to. People wanted her to be like them. Men wanted to dominate her and women wanted to enslave her. She knew that the world is a really bad place but she knew how to survive it. She was not the one to fake smiles and plunge a knife at the back of others. She believed in hitting where it hurts and right in front of the person. Hidden games and conspiracies were not for her. For her there were only two sides. The right side and the wrong one.
She looked at her bright red painted nails and thought that it looked too bold. She loved it. You see she was used to being honest that she did not realize that everything around her was a lie. It took her time to see through the true colors of people. But when she did, she only saw liars and she hated them. And she made no effort to hide it. She did not understand why genuine feelings should be hidden. Love or hate. Feelings need to be shown. The strong coffee swam through her throat filling her veins. She felt stronger and powerful with it. She was doing good with her life and she was famous in her own way. But she remained rooted. You see, she had not forgotten where she had come from.
Mother nature continues to pour and she had finished her coffee by now. She stood up and walked to the outer portion of the balcony that had no roof over it. The cold water touched her bare feet and tickled her. She smiled and continue to walk ahead. The water drops fell on her as she stood with her arms open wide, embracing everything that came her way. It was so typical of her. She took everything by her stride and found a way to get past all odds. She was strong, people hated that. She knew what was right and wrong. People resented that. And most importantly she knew the truth. People loathed that.
She knew all of it but it did not matter to her in any way. She loved her life and the man by her side. She was not overtly religious, but today she knew that God was blessing her. God had put her through so much, only because God knew that she would be able to handle it. All this while she thought God was testing her and she was right. God was getting her ready to face the world. After all, she is God's favorite child!
She is hope, she is faith. She is love, she is lust. She is you, she is me. She is joy, she is Zoe.
** Zoe means life in Greek.
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