Years later, today, I find myself thinking about that well, where I was once stuck for a while in my life. I didn’t climb down into it willingly, but one day, I just found myself there.
At first, I was terrified of the darkness. No matter what direction I took, after a few steps, I’d bump into the cold, unyielding wall of the well. It was buried so deep in the earth that day and night looked the same—just pitch black, like space. Being down there felt isolating, like the world above had forgotten I even existed. The silence was suffocating, and the darkness pressed in on me like the well itself was trying to swallow me whole.
Strangely, even though the view above remained dim during the day, at night I could see the starry sky—that was the only moment of peace. I spent my time vividly imagining people around me because, honestly, there was nothing else to do. But they always felt distant. I could only hear their voices—hollow, echoing.
And the strangest part? I started to feel comfortable in that well. Peaceful, even.
But then, something shifted. I got a grip on myself and decided to climb out. I was amazed that I hadn’t thought of it earlier. Why didn’t I think of leaving before? Maybe because I kept hoping someone would show up, call my name from above, and ask how I was. But no one did.
So, when I finally decided to leave, I found a rope. And I was stunned—it had been there the whole time. I just hadn’t seen it. How could I not have seen it? When I finally climbed out, something was different. Either the world had changed… or I had. But after that day, nothing was ever quite the same again.
TheSparklingWords // Anushree Vaishnav
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