I Will

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Via Hemali Dassani

“From who-knows-where, a sudden wind blows grit into my eyes. When I raise my hand to rub at them, it snatches away the paper I am drawing on. I lunge for it but the wind is too quick. The sheet tumbles over the sill and disappears under the feet of the multitude of passersby below. Involuntarily, I shiver. Is this the Bidhata Purush’s chill, vindictive breath warning me not to stitch my life into patterns he has not placed there?

Stubbornly I pull out another sheet and begin to draw again. I WILL prove myself. I WILL be in charge of my fate. I WILL pattern a new life for myself. I swat away the superstitious unease that buzzes in my ear like gnats.

The new design is even more beautiful than before. Concentric circles of lotus buds, the spiral of death and
rebirth, and in the center, a single opened flower to symbolize freedom from this earth-bound life that we humans have crowded with our complex sorrows.”

“Sister of my Heart,” pg. 273
Chitra Bannerjee Divakaruni