The Epiphany

The Epiphany

A Story by Mannat Singhi
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"Life's a dance, you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow. Don't worry 'bout what you don't know, life's a dance, you learn as you go." - John Montgomery

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The Epiphany


The music began.

 

She was pushed into the dazzling ballroom, all innocent and wide-eyed. The sparkling lights enticed her. Everyone drooled over her. After all, she was gorgeous.

 

She began to dance. Clumsily at first, but she had help. People held her hand and led her through as she learnt the dance.

 

She giggled, cried and bubbled. Her mother wouldn’t let her out of her sight. Until.

 

Until, the next little girl was pushed into the dazzling ballroom, all innocent and wide-eyed.

 

Suddenly, the ballroom didn’t dazzle anymore.

 

She danced with Jealousy and Neglectance as the new little girl giggled, cried and bubbled.

 

That was when she knew.

 

She was on her own now. She had to find her way through the maze like ballroom, all by herself.

 

She cut off the last of her mother’s ties that were holding her up.

 

It was time.

 

Grace taught her how to dance without stumbling and how to dance again after stumbling. Perseverance taught her how not to stop dancing despite the million times she stumbled, tripped and fell.

 

Beauty taught her that she was desired.

The music reached its climax.

 

She had turned into a fine dancer, swirling, twirling and flirting her way through.

 

Attention took her to cloud nine. A million men sought her hand but she introduced them all to Rejection.

 

Innocent and stupid, she waited for Prince Charming to whisk her away in his strong handsome arms so that they would dance forever without ever getting tired.

 

Somewhere, in a distant part of the ballroom she heard her mother trying to advise her. Trying to warn her. But she wasn’t going to listen now. She knew what she was doing. Atleast she thought she did.

 

Disguise, Lies and Betrayal came disguised as everything she ever wanted.

 

Once. Twice. Thrice. Lies raised her hopes up and dashed them to the ground. Betrayal messed her up over and over and she let it.

 

She did not know any better.

 

Eventually it began to settle in. People were wicked. No Prince out there, waiting for her.

 

Yes, they would show her beautiful corners of the dazzling ballroom and they would lure her in with the perfect words. She would fall so deep in love that she wouldn’t even realize how hard she had fallen until she hit rock bottom. Maybe not even then.

 

They won’t have unlimited patience like they may lead you to believe. They won’t put your fears to rest however comforting they may pretend to be. They won’t be there to catch you when you fall because you are no Cinderella.

 

Thus abused by the negativity the world had to offer, she met Acceptance.

 

Danced with him for so long a time that everything began to seem okay. It was easy to ignore all the Disguises, Lies and Betrayals.

 

They danced and danced without a care in the world. Got married and pushed out a little girl of her own. Into the dazzling ballroom. All innocent and wide eyed.

 

She watched her dance the same dance she had danced. Just like her mother had. She advised, raved and ranted. Just like her mother had. She gave up when her daughter constantly rebelled. Just like her mother had.

 

The music had slowed down now.

 

Beauty danced with her no more.

 

Everyone had left.

 

She hobbled the best she could with Disease and Desolation.

 

It was time for a final dance. The dance with Death.

 

They played hide and seek for quite a while until she did not want to anymore.

 

Brittle bones wouldn’t allow her to.

 

Grace and Poise accompanied her in a beautiful white gown and gave her away to death.

 

The sparkling lights were all she could see. She knew then that they were blinding. So blinding that they did not let her see the world like it really was.

 

Ugly.

 

Regret and Remorse asked if they could cut in, but she shunned them away.

 

She had an epiphany.

 

It was her dance through all the ugliness that made everything so much more beautiful.

 

That made the world the most beautiful ballroom.

 

The music came to a stop.

 


© 2015 Mannat Singhi



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You gained my attention and held it throughout the story, even through the cultural barriers, I was whisked along. There were what I considered a few weak points early on in your dialogue but, nothing detracting from your overall product. You made the change from young girl to mother of her own daughter, grown and dancing, go quite smoothly
I give your work very high regards.
I enjoyed my read this morning.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Perkele.7885

2 Years Ago

I think that for me, there was too much play-time given to dazzling, sparkling, crying, bubbling etc.. read more
Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you.
Braden Freeman

2 Years Ago

I really enjoyed the ending. It is always good for us to dance our way through life, especially when.. read more



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SP
Excellently expressed the steps of the life.................................................

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

1 Year Ago

Thank you.
i am reading a lot here but what you come up is exceptional how can you all be so talented ...jokes apart swindling of life from birth to death and the obstacles which each have to face in life when family knot cuts ...really good work

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. Keep reading.
The story was really great, but the way you used several sentence type made it a joy to read. =D

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank You.
A bit hard for me to follow as their lives passed through only on that one dance floor. In life there are thousands of dances between birth and death. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

I understand what you are trying to say. I was just trying to show a few phases. Thank you.
The many facets of dancing through life til death! Nice work!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you Andrew.
Felt as if I danced emotionally with the author, as if to say we whisk through this life into an eternity. What awaiting us, this same want of integrity which we hold in this life is to be expressed in the next.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you.
Life and death in a series of dances...well-done.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you.
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2 Years Ago

My pleasure!
A truly wonderful story Mannat, a life on a dance floor, the rise from childhood through the disillusion of life to bringing new life onto the floor and the sad but graceful decline of old age and acceptance of death when 'the music came to a stop', absolutely brilliant, a fable if you like of modern day drama, you have a future as a writer if you want it my friend :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I would surely like that.
I enjoyed it. You took us from the cradle to the grave seamlessly and in so few words. Nice writing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you Phil.
I really loved this and admire your depth and creativity in the way you put it all together. One can see you are a natural writer! Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mannat Singhi

2 Years Ago

Thank you Dara.

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