Dragon Lady

Observer 1: Zandi is callous, they say. She lacks feeling, I just fail to understand her. She is mean. She wears this serious face. She is a she-bear! No, dragon lady. Dragon-lady, that is what she is!


Observer 2: Oh Zandi's the sweetest soul there is! Boy is she funny! Amiable! Charming! Angelic smile! She so serene!


I am not sorry for being the person I am no will I apologize for my callousness; my lack of feeling as you may define it. For it is not that at all. I feel many things these days, much more than I was able to feel in the days when I was young and everything happened, and there are reasons for this more than the consequence of age. Therefore I shall not apologize but begin by recalling the facts as I remember them that led to my callousness, the events that put me in a position to write this piece.


Once upon a time in my life...
Before life removed all the innocence, before humans showed me who they really are, I trusted, I loved unconditionally, I obeyed - respected, I was a true definition of meekness kindness and justice and love. I was Casper, the friendly ghost cartoon. Know him? Yeah, that was me. First a hurricane visited me. It blew my surroundings so hard, eroded and destroyed all my shelter and opened me up to all other unbearable weathers. I'm talking about life trials. When they come they evade your space like a hurricane...when it quitens down it leaves you with no roof, no food, and no security can save you from it. That is what life has done to me...taken away my innocence, all my kindness and filled me with fear and rage.


I had to learn to defend myself, I had to withstand the next hurricane and tornado. I had to be flexible, easily acclimatize to all sorts of weather. I had to develop a personality that would ensure I'm no easy target - I needed resistance. I needed a character that will endure the winter, summer, spring and autumn. And I looked around me - I saw a rock. A rock remains a rock in rain, it bears up the harsh sun, it's not moved by winds and it feels nothing. I decided I will be a rock. My emotions died...


I felt nothing.


I was ok like that until I decided I missed my kind - humans. And I opened myself up for another hurricane...criticism, heartache, gossip...the list goes on.
I looked at Zandi as a rock, I looked at Zandi as a darling - the darling is always crying, broken, hurt and the rock - the rock knew no sadness. It knew no laughter - it was callous.


I will be that rock...till I perish. Better that way...


Call me a Dragon Lady...I careless.