Jennifer looked out of the window, and for the first time in the past seventeen years witnessed the beauty of the sun set. Within a few minutes the golden orb concluded its perambulation across the firmament and concluded into deep darkness. The feeling of sadness over took Jennifer once again.
She had seen the worst of times and the best of times in her life. At the age of 35 she had witnessed everything, she had been a daughter as well as a mother, a mistress as well as a lawfully wedded wife, a student and a teacher, she had been loved by all and had been hated alike. She had made friends with criminals as well as the elite. During the period of her happiness and success she seldom indulged herself into soul searching and that was the period when she had morally degraded the most. Her life was not all white or all black, it was marked with shades of grey, sometimes the devil succeeded in overpowering the angel and sometimes the angel had an ace up its sleeve.
At the age of 18 she had run away from her house and had come to New York. She was an aspiring journalist, naïve yet firm about making some changes in the world of journalism. With the help of a friend she was able to get a job as a junior assistant to the co-editor of New York Times. It took her two years to move to the position of the editor of the newspaper; she was engaged to the owner of the newspaper and made the most out of her position. Love is an emotion that she completely lacked, married at the age of 22 and pregnant right after that. Yet her soul aim was to make sure that in the process she gained full control of Dave’s life.
Her pretence lasted 17 years, one day under the influence of sedatives she spoke the truth, “ I compromised on my way to becoming the most powerful women in New York, I married a guy with no spine, yet today” after that moment the whispers converted to loud shouts and her voice got lost somewhere in the middle, “ after seventeen years I know for a fact that I did not make a mistake, because all this while I was truly in love with him, without even realizing it.”
The next morning hell let loose, the news was flashing all over. Dave and Jack were nowhere to be found. The phone rang and she hurried to answer it, “Oh god!!!!” and she broke down. Dave and Jack were dead. Road accident they had said, Jennifer knew they possibly could not have known about the news because they had gone trekking. The phone networks and the other signals were bad in that area so Jennifer knew they died in peace.
Cremation was a big event; almost every celebrity was present there. Jennifer was still rich and powerful and everyone in New York knew that, people gave their condolences but she saw their intruding eyes.
She returned to her apartment and looked out of the window, and for the first time in the past seventeen years witnessed the beauty of the sun set. Within a few minutes the golden orb concluded its perambulation across the firmament and concluded into deep darkness. The feeling of sadness over took Jennifer once again.
She looked at the bottle for two hours and finally drank the contents and went to bed. Next to the dead body the cops found a letter saying, I am not a woman of many words, in my lifetime I have been a fairly happy woman and here I lie in peace. I have lived my life to the fullest and now I wish to retire in peace.
Life is like topography, ######. There are summits of happiness and success, flat stretches of boring routine, and valleys of frustration and failure. Jennifer lived through a lot of things, the period of realization of true love made her let go of a beautiful thing called life.
I do not know what took away her life, the intruding eyes of the people, Dave’s and Jack’s death, loneliness, people say when you are at the zenith of your achievements that’s the time when you stand alone, or was it just the feeling of betrayal towards Dave. Sometimes I think she was a coward for engraving death and sometimes I think she was too strong to take such a decision.
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