We’re all Stuck. Stuck into a large web of our thoughts, desires, dreams, duties and the affection that is showered upon us. Most of our actions in a day, depend upon the factors that hold the web for us.

When I look around, I find my hands clutched up with the hands that held me ever since I was born. My lover kept Holding the hair he loved to run his fingers through. Ambitions, inviting me to sip some determination and start walking through. My waist asking me to tighten up my waistband and look a bit thinner than I usually do. All the neighbours and those who have always liked to be a part of the puppet show I be presented in, were far holding the web tight for me. And as soon as I lean forward to reach out to some hope that could mattress my heart’s everlasting sleep, the web gives up. It gives up on me and my abilities. The fingers that held the web were all facing at me, pointing at the poor performance of the puppet. Giggles, nods and disapprovals are thrown up at me like rotten tomatoes and eggs. Oh! one of them hit me harder in the eye, and my heart growled at the throng.

But, Do you know what kept me holding on?

It was the fact that now, I was free. I set myself free from the web that everybody else was stuck in. I rushed towards the dreams that called out my name to the loudest of their throats.

And ever since then, I was free.

-AXA