Shut The Lights

by Smita Bhattacharya

She wants to hold on to it. This is twenty years of her life’s work. But… what if it’s all futile? What if she has been dragging around a dead weight because she’s too afraid to do anything else?

How full of pointless shit life is, she rues. One task led to another, then another, then another, until one forgot why one was doing them at all. It’s the Sisyphus curse all the way. But in the absence of these mundane tasks, she feels untethered.

no one knows another’s burden until one has lived it.

the question, ’Am I happy?’ is moot. I deal with the cards I’ve been given and make the best out of it. I don’t try to reason why.”

if she leaves, she’ll regret it; if she doesn’t leave, she’ll regret it. Ultimately, she needs to choose the smaller regret.