Day 3- Free write at The Write Tribe challenge
She panicked and started flailing her arms around in the air, like people do when they are told in jest about there being a spider in their hair; only this sight was not funny but disturbingly sad. It felt like someone had pushed her head under water and held it down, forcefully, she couldn’t breathe. She could hear her heart beating erratically and there was a loud ringing in her ears.
No, she wasn’t being held hostage nor tortured, but only undergoing a beauty treatment called mud facial. A simple skin tightening mask was being applied on her face, after it had been covered by a thin cotton gauge, leaving only her mouth uncovered. The gauge on her eyes wasn’t a major cause of worry even though her heart had started pounding in her chest when she had been asked to close her eyes.
The moment the mud paste had been applied on her closed eyelids, it had become pitch dark in broad daylight, and she was scared of this nothingness. She didn’t fear the darkness but felt terrified of being left all alone in this inky black hole, forgotten and abandoned. What was this panic? Why this phobia? What was actually going on in her head?
By Sulekha Rawat
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