‘’The downfall ’’

The fun filled morning, the chaos of the new journey to be taken up. Everyone seemed so happy, the air was filled up with the excitement and the nervousness that seemed contagious. So many people came to see her off. She was indeed undertaking a great journey, one that was to carve a niche for itself in the world history, for years to come. She stood proud, beaming with happiness at the overwhelming gestures of the people around her. She thought to herself, ‘’I will be the best they have seen. People would be glad to associate themselves with me one day.’’ Her name itself signified colossal, out of the world and she was determined to live upto her namesake.

And amidst all this chaos her journey began.

The day was beautiful and bright. She saw the children around her frolicking around, happy and gay. The couples were so much in love, enjoying the beautiful day, lazying around. Each moment she felt that this was one day that each of them would cherish forever. She had a gleam in her eyes, and she could see the Irish coast as far as her eyes could sink in. She drank the depths of the ocean around her. As night fell, the beautiful stars took her breath away, she felt this was an experience of a lifetime. One that nothing could ever erase out from her memory. She stood and let her mind sail away, thinking of the time that she had taken to get ready for this trip. Years of hard-work flashed in front of her eyes and she felt that this time nothing could go wrong.

It was her fourth night at the sea, when she suddenly felt a huge jerk. She felt the life go out of her limbs, but believed that everything would be fine. She had been just struck suddenly and once the shock was over she could go back to enjoying the peaceful night.

Only, even though she though herself to be well prepared, the blow was more than it seemed. It ripped off the life from her. All her dreams went crashing, she saw in front of her eyes how chaos spread gradually and she could no longer keep herself calm. People whom she thought of friends, gradually gave up hope of her recovery and left her to die. She felt suffocated, seeing her dream collapse, crashing down, but it was too late to do anything. She felt it was utter injustice, being so close to finally realizing her dream, she wasn’t ready to let go of everything. She wanted to fight back, to stay, to make it to the other part of the world: one that was waiting eagerly for her, the one that had yet to see her success story.

But alas all her dreams sank, and so did she. Little did she know that even years later she would be hailed as one of the most enigmatic downfall of all. One that reached its zenith but could not eventually survive that fateful journey.

Her remains lie even today waiting to be disinterred from the deep slumbers of wrecks of time; waiting for her story to be told.

There-in lies Titanic, the greatest ship of all, with the unfulfilled dreams still remembering the day she stood proud and tall. 

Sriparna

26th July 2015