She stood dangerously close to the fire, contemplating her next move. Would this be enough to douse the fire within her heart? Is this how it should end? Should she give it another chance? She had so many questions and so little time. She could see her childhood in the dancing fire, how she longed to dance like that again. It felt only like yesterday when she wore her ghungroos for the first time, stealing them from her sisters closet. She danced to no tune yet in her heart she knew she was doing it right.
She had come a long way since her childhood, not in years but in destiny. She was now a beautiful young woman with a promising life, yet she was missing something. Every year, she searched for that missing piece of her life, that last mysterious piece of her life's jigsaw, what was it? who was it? was it even real? She had no answers, no direction only a lingering question.
The smoke from the fire was filling her lungs, she felt breathless, the same way she felt after dancing for hours when she used to be alone at home. Her sister found her lying face down on the floor once and she knew had discovered a real diamond. She trained her day in day out, behind her parents back, for no one but her should know about the girl's talent. The sister was now long gone, she was in a land far away and with no means of contact. A seldom letter used to reach her every now and then. What was she to tell her sister who was close in her heart but further than she can imagine.
The fire slowly reached her feet, burning ever so slightly her toes. She remembered the first time she got a caning on her feet when her father saw her dancing. He refused to understand her and now she was all her had, yet he refused to acknowledge her.
She opened her eyes once more, the fire had now engulfed half the room, tears rolled from her eyes and she knew this was her end. She put on her ghungroos for one last time, wiped her tears and for one last time she danced...
The fire stopped in her destruction and stood in amazement of this girl's dance, it slowly receded back into the candle from which it came and saw her exuberance from a child's eye, for an adult could never see the light which was even brighter than fire itself.
She fell on the floor and the ghungroos broke into thousands of tiny pieces, she collected them slowly in her palms and tied them in her skirt, she saw the fire sitting back in the candle and looking at her with awe. She held in her hand the missing piece of her life, she got up slowly and left the room.
We spend eternity looking for ourselves and in the end find ourselves in the one thing we love the most...