Weighing Options

As I climb the stairs, anticipation has been building up inside me. I am indecisive whether this is the right move. I am in self doubt whether I should continue with the path I have taken up. It is asking too much from me.


Am not sure whether I am up for it. How can I be up for it, after the continuous failures I have faced? All my efforts have gone down the drains; all those wasted months now seem to gawk onto me.


The hot summer sun has been draining my spirits. Sweat seems to flow done my veins and I can feel my resolve melting away. I continue to contemplate whether I should climb the stairs or move towards the cool shades that beacon me onto their comfort. With tremendous efforts I continue my ascend upwards. I can feel the struggle all around me.


The door towards my goal has opened. As I enter I see the phone cradled in its arm rest. My hand moves towards it and I hesitate as I close the distance between us. Should I call or move away. Finally better sense prevails and I resolve that I will cook. Take away food I bid good-bye. Can’t let the calories lost with the walk up the stairs lose now. As I take my baby stairs towards my resolve of losing weight, each step seems a giant leap all over again.

This was my entry for the "Ascension" short fiction contest which Sen advised me to write.

Hope to read your entries soon too, the last date is 14th Jan. Hurryyyyyyyyyyy