The Glass-Ceiling

04.06.20183 Min Read — In Writing

There was unique sound in immense arrogance, I heard. Walked inside the narrow path of darkness just to know, what it is. Neither did I know it is good or bad nor my friend who is beside. We stood there a couple of minutes to hear the strange noise once again.

Oh, god. We couldn’t fathom it. Little did we walk upon the base path of the same line which consisted the graffiti of the pain and anguish written in red-stained blood. Eyes were drenched and legs were cramped. Just went along the path where I bound to see the collapsed buildings and even could hear the pain filled crying in my ears.

I went all along to speak with those unknown strangers. But, they were busy in consoling their people with sadly filled hugs and those tiny little droplets of tears which sprouted in their eyes.

Oh. There were a thousand questions running through my mind. First and foremost, what caused the sorrows to this huge group of people and who was the reason behind it? Next, how did I come to this place?

That glass-ceiling separates me from them. That glass-ceiling makes a distinction from rest-of-the-world from this unknown world. That glass-ceiling sometimes makes the transition from being transparent to translucent to opaque depending upon the people’s needs and personal greeds. That glass-ceiling wrenches the heart of people who are inside it as if they were held up and couldn’t get back to their original means as the normal human.

I tried touching those blood and heard a huge bullet firing and then it eventually produced the bleeding in my ears. I couldn’t withstand that pain for a minute. Went towards those people to get the first-aid from the physician over there. I shouted like anything because I couldn’t control my pain and I cried like a hell. But, no one damned to look at me.

I went towards along to call those deaf persons. Did I say, this is the time that I got to know that there was a glass-ceiling existed between me and them?

After spending long hours, trying to get the aid from those. I fell to the ground by seeing that my friend vanished from that strange land by the brutal blow.

After the huge pain in the mind and heart for two days, my friend woke me up from this bad dream.

It was a bad dream for me. But, it’s a life for some of my fellow humans. I stood there behind the glass-ceiling and couldn’t withstand the small pain which was caused in my blood-stained ears. I lost my best-friend in-front-of my eyes which was the main reason I collapsed in that strange land. The only thing which separated me from those people was that glass-ceiling. Luckily, I happened to stand outside that glass-ceiling and that’s why you hear my painful story of huge blood-stains in my ears and losing my one truest best-friend.

If I were inside that ceiling, what would have happened? Those silent voices are still unheard.

Finally, this is all,

That glass-ceiling separates me from them. That glass-ceiling makes a distinction from rest-of-the-world from this unknown world. That glass-ceiling sometimes makes the transition from being transparent to translucent to opaque depending upon the people’s needs and personal greeds. That glass-ceiling wrenches the heart of people who are inside it as if they were held up and couldn’t get back to their original means as the normal human.

This way of glass-ceiling life happens everywhere around the world. I hand over the baton to you to make the assumption whether you are residing outside or inside of it.

Finally, these glass-ceilings are meant to be broken. They will at the right time!

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