Amber Siddique
2 min readAug 15, 2020

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Show Must Go on…

Photo by Mario Beducci on Unsplash

“How it feels to be an alien among your own people?” She asked.
“Ohh!! foolish of you to assume that they are your people”. a strange voice replied.
She ignored the voice.
She was reflecting a glow in her smile that people could really feel when around.
Waves of laughter, cheering and chattering was going on.
It was the day full of happiness, drinks, full meals and loved ones all around.
They could see her dolled up for the evening.
Carrying herself gracefully, receiving compliments directed towards the dress, makeup and the way she was carrying herself.
“What is the point of being pretty, if it is a mess in your head.” The voice called her out again.
She ignored…

She didn’t want to be bothered by the voice. Obviously, she was expecting a different story this time.
Until there was a pin drop silence in the hall. It was right after she dropped a glass from her hand, breaking it into the pieces and hurting her own hand.
The silence was the last thing she wanted at the moment. She could hear the voices telling her how she turned herself into a fool, believing to have a different end of the same tale.

Without noticing blood on her hands, she tried to pick up the pieces.
They were tiny and sharp pieces of glass. She knew she will get hurt, still picked up a few pieces.
Tried to hold them. Her hands were bleeding now.
The blood was dripping, her soul was silently screaming out of pain, but people saw her smiling and saying; “I am fine, it’s just a glass and a drop of blood”.
She was really a fool. Trying to act like nothing is broken here because the show must go on…

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Amber Siddique

A writer with sanity still intact, but you may find some cracks. Still, looking for words to explain my existence.