She ran and ran, till she could run no more. Tired and drenched in her own sweat, she found a place where she could rest. She leaned on the blue door, to catch her breath.
She wanted to knock on the doors, just to check. Who could be the owner of this pleasant place? Suddenly, the doors opened, like that in the fairy tales. She stepped inside, to see her initials scribbled on the name plate.
“No, no, it can’t be.. Does this house really belongs to me??”
“Yes.. it’s the house you were looking for. So you ended up landing at it’s door.” Said a familiar voice.
“But, never in my life, I had the privilege of owning anything. Everything I ever owned was either gifted or bestowed. The house I was born in, belonged to my parents. A pampered child I was, I must tell. My wish was their command. Only sister of three brothers, they tore the city down to find me a perfect match. Soon I saw myself getting married off to a wealthy man. His house was bigger than ours though his cars had the same number of wheels as ours.
Soon, I found love in the wealthy man. And he loved me back. His family became my family. We celebrated our joys together, we shared our sorrows together. Soon I delivered the the most beautiful creature in this world. Flying in the seventh heaven, I rarely looked down to see the earth beneath. Never for a moment I thought I was not happy.
But then, one day, we had a fight, a huge fight. We have faught before, well, it’s not uncommon for any married couple. But, that day, our voices lost their control, and all I could hear in the storm, was, get out of my house.’
‘My house, I wondered. Wasn’t it supposed to be our house? Aren’t we in this relationship together? So how come, it’s your house? If it’s not mine, then I chose to leave. Carrying my little one, I packed my bags. I reached home, my home, the home where I was born. They greeted me well, they treated me well, but at the same time, they kept asking me, when would I go back to my home?
But, how could I tell them, that, that was not my home, it was his home, where I stayed as his wife. It was his home, that I cherished and cared. It was his home, that I cared for as mine.”
“But, that’s your home my child. You disowned this house, the day you got married.” Was my father’s stoic reply.
“Confused about my house, I cried, I wept. I knew I had lost my self respect. But sitting beside me, was my angel. She could understand every word that remained unsaid.”
“Come back home, my dear.” Begged my better half. With a happy and a heavy heart I left the place where I was born.
The search for my own house, never came to an end. Time and again, my existence was being questioned. I covet for a house, that I can call as mine, where I can live without the fear of being chased out.
Now you say, that beyond this blue door, is the house which has my name. But, I’m too scared to enter, to see it’s splendour.”
When all of a sudden….
“Mumma, wake up. The lawyer must be waiting. Don’t you remember, we are going to sign the deeds of your house.”
“Mumma, now hurry up. We are getting late.”
“My daughter has bought me a house with my name. After all these years, I finally have pride over my head. She made a promise, which she has kept.
“Mumma, I will find your house one day.” My angel had said.
“Can I paint the door blue?” I asked.
“Mumma, it’s your house. Paint it, in the color you want. But make sure, the blues of your life remained locked outside the blue door.”