Damsel in Distress

She was a typical damsel in distress; as if someone had picked her out of the pages of a romance and placed her in a world in which there were no knights-errant, for a strange affliction had gripped the land and every man was on his own. The fire-breathing monsters of antiquity and the single-window towers had become invisible, had become social, hiding amongst men, hiding within men. Swords, shields, armour were useless; knights were as vulnerable as maidens, both trapped in towers of their own. But she could not understand herself without a saviour. She shouted and cried, and looked at everyone with doleful eyes. "Why doesn't anyone save me?" The knights heard her cries with guilt, for they too were helpless. She had always learned to obey, be it the ugly witch who trapped her or the gallant knight who would save her. She had no will of her own. She believed in her weakness. Whatever happened to her, she accepted it as her fate. She could not save herself, for she didn't know how to. She only knew how to be saved; and there was no one left to save her....

Comments

Abdul Sami said…
believing in one's weaknesses is a human problem i have come across too much, and i find it very frustrating :(
Salman Latif said…
I've just one word for em - cowards!
see, i never want to be the damsel in distress.... its only me i have left with myself at the end of the day... the sooner i understand it, the better :-)