The voice started when she was just a child. It was reassuring and so close. It told her things of things which would be. It were splendid and good but slightly small and meek. So, she made it her friend. She listened to it and for a great moment it was perfectly right. It took help from its friends and it’s friends were the friends of her mother, her father, sometimes her sister, her brother and sometimes others. So, she was happy and chirpy and smiled a lot.
It grew, as the child grew. It wasn’t so meek and timid. It was carefree and smart. It was guarded still but thrived well. It made her life easier, so she made it her best friend. She kept on listening to it and urged it to have more friends. She voraciously read texts, words and phrases, and it grew fat and happier. And so did she.
As it was fed constantly and with great gusto, it became slightly worn out. The companions it had made were more in number now. It grew slightly tired of them. She warned it slightly but to no vail. By this time, without her knowing, it had slowly started overpowering her. It wanted things and gave her dreams of things which she had no control over. It had made friends with voices of sabotage and thrill. And they were dangerous and exciting. She listened to it still. It might not have been right. But, she trusted it as one trusts its friend. It grew, she grew and so did a tiny cloud of uncertainty.
As the years passed, it made more friends. They were the likes of doubt, guilt and envy. And they caused mayhem inside her. They caused damage and made her question it. But it kept on listening to them and she had no other way than to listen to it. It was on a high roll and she was scared and nervous. It had stopped listening to its old friends. It questioned its old friends. And it made her question their own friendship. It made her question everything.
The coming years did not make it stop. She was in a worse state because of it. However, by this time, after a tremendous amount of questions and answers and more ancient answers, she was certain that it has been polluted. That it was adulterated by manipulation. It was indeed her friend and that she had a duty to cleanse it. So, she tried to do so with the help of it’s other friends, old friends and new good ones. It resisted with full force. It was raging and evil and stood strong. It got a bounty full of help from doubt and pain. It even managed to sway her for a minute. To question herself again. But she still managed to put a dent.
Little by little, through gaps and crevices, she was able to reach it somehow. She saw it surrounded by those evil mercenaries of guilt and anguish and others pollutants, She saw it battered and withered. She saw it ready to crumble. She went near it and spoke softly and then with passion. It took a while to even look at her. It took months and years and more and more. For a while, she thought that it had gone deaf and dumb. But finally, it looked at her. So she gave it her hands and brought it to its feet. She gave it some water, brushed aside the dirt and rubbed away the rust. She told it, together they were enough. She told it that she was strong enough for the both of them. That they did not require those companions who put them down. She said she had gathered enough of her friends and gave them to it with a smile. And it smiled so slightly back at her.
Things just did not fall back to normal then. Time went by. It took sometime to recover. It still got scared and sometimes remembered pain. It would have dreams of guilt, envy and doubt. Anguish was it’s nightmare. But she helped it move away from the demons. She nurtured it like a new baby. Her new friends also helped it. Slowly and steadily it regained the lost confidence. And finally she looked at her best friend, her confidant, the one closest to her heart, her voice of reason, with pride, happiness and tears.
And she got it back.
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