The flames blurring her vision, Silja yelled cried but to no avail.
"Silja….. Silja…" but suddenly a soft voice fell on her ears.
Slow and full with love and care.
Everything started to spin around her, all the voices merging with each other. That woman's voice all those chanting and that warm voice which was calling her from afar.
"No…don't…" Silja placed her hands on her ears and screamed loudly.
"Shut up….don't talk….let me gooo," she screamed at the top of her lungs, in wish that her voice can surpass theirs.
"Nooo…"
"Huff….huff…" back in chamber Silja jolted awake from the bed.
Her eyes were wide open, fully red as if she was crying for a very long time. Her clothes were soaked in her sweat.
With her mouth open, Silja huffed as if she has run a whole mile.
"Silja…." Donovan called her and held her from the side. Even after he called her Silja kept looking in front of her at some hallow.
Would you guys like to see her different avtar? A bit different from, calm and gentle Silja.