She
had stepped out for only a moment; she assumed it would be the same cold and
dark night as usual. But now, she was standing there in the light drizzle
staring mystified at the sky, for almost twenty minutes. The sky which was not
dark and brooding like everyday but orange as if it burned. It was
extraordinary, beautiful yet scary. Transfixed she looked at the wide stretched
horizon, the burn started deep from one end and faded into the grey sky at the
other diagonal end. The night was lit like day, but sun had set long ago and
not even midnight was upon them yet. She shivered despite the several layers
she wore, something invoked deep inside her as she tore her gaze reluctantly
from the orange sky, suppressing the urge to cry at it, she rushed inside.
She
huddled in the three blankets, squeezing into a ball, hugging herself but not
managing to stop trembling. She ducked inside, sealing all sides of the
blankets, breathing hard in the stuffy air, wishing the cold to subside. She dare
not even take an inch of her out; she felt cold as ice but her temperature rose
way above. A fire blazed deep within her while the rest of her body turned to
ice.
-Momina.
