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You will prepare and submit a term paper on The Fulfillment of Dreams in Real Life. Your paper should be a minimum of 1000 words in length.
You will prepare and submit a term paper on The Fulfillment of Dreams in Real Life. Your paper should be a minimum of 1000 words in length. “Do you know who I am?” I sat there mutely surveying her. It was strange how I did not feel much fear at her presence, only a slight eeriness. I was overpowered by the urge to shout, not out of fear, but simply because there was something about her that sent a numbing chillness coursing through my veins. “So you still have not recognized me? Look closely Shoba. Look really carefully.” Seeing its reflection, standing right behind my back, it suddenly dawned on me what it was that she was trying to say. There was an eerie resemblance between her and me! It would have been grossly incorrect to say that she was my mirror image or my twin but the fact that there existed a resemblance could not be denied. “See what you will look like after decades of torture, self-denial. See what you will become once you are chained, once you barter your freedom at the hands of centuries of mindless conventions and traditions.” “You lie!” I half-hissed, too weak to even shake my head with any vehemence. She made a small guttural noise, which I suspected to be a chuckle. “Think Shoba, even if my words do lie, can your eyes lie too? Can what you see before yourself be denied? You know deep down, this is what life will bring you. You know deep down that it will bring exactly what it brought your mother and to all those before her.” I reeled from the onslaught of her words, knowing full well that my denial, no matter how forceful will not be able to erase the truth of her words. Being unable to bear it any longer I turned back, hoping against hope that it will disappear. God, it seemed, was not listening to my prayers that day, as she stood there facing me. “What did you think would happen to you?” she asked, her tone turning harsher. “You thought you could buy yourself a newer and a better life without any reason or rhyme? You thought you were entitled to more? Life is not a generous goddess Shoba. It takes away much more than it gives. It has just received another sacrificial lamb at her altar. You have just become another Unspoken.” She said retreating slowly, the sinister smile, never for one moment leaving her lips. I saw her dissolving into the wall like a delicate tendril of smoke. In a moment, the room was as silent as it was before. Only the sound of my heavy breathing punctured the heavy fog of silence. I limped, broken and dejected, to my bed, resting my head on the mattress, gazing absently at the bedstead whose floral patterns blurred into shapes of huge serpents right before my eyes. The silence only served to aggravate the hysteria mounting inside me till it became a huge ball, growing in the pit of my stomach, ready to burst out any moment. My life raced in front of my eyes like a motion picture. My school, my friends, all my precious hopes and dreams, all my intricate daydreams that I had kept hidden in some corner of my heart. What will I be now? A faceless entity? Existing only for the pleasure and convenience of my lord and master, who might or might not reciprocate my feelings of love and respect. My sole purpose in life is to be a good and dutiful wife – it was taught to me long ago. Is it possible that centuries of wisdom could be so wrong? Or is it just my own mind, my own soul rebelling? Suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
