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Short Story

It’s all here.

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So you want to achieve something in life,
You think you will have to work hard, well yes of-course.
You have everything planned out for yourself, that’s good.
When are you going to start then?
Don’t know? why?
Maybe I have to get away from where I am, to start something new? Maybe go to a big city?
Let’s see what role does the place, plays in people’s success……..
” “
One Monday morning, walking down the street, I accidently collided to someone and fell hard.
For a moment my head was dizzy, but then I gained my senses and looked over if the person I collided with was fine or not.
He/she seemed bewildered and seemed to be searching something on the ground.
I looked at my side and saw a brown coloured wooden box was laying there, I took it and asked if it was his/her.
His/her face lit up in relaxation on seeing the box and I gave it to him/her.
I then inquired if he/she will open it to make sure anything in the box is broken.
“No, I’m not supposed to open it.” he/she said.
“Why?” I asked.
“It was given to me by someone, and opening it might change my life. So, I want to open it at some place which would benefit me the most.” he/she answered and smiled.
It was quite a strange thought, but who am I to judge.
We then stood there for a few minutes and talked. It was a good conversation and we decided to meet again the next day, at the same place.
For a couple of days we jogged together and shared our hobbies and likes/dislikes.
He/she was a very interesting person. Self disciplined and sorted. I’ve never met such an organised person.
I could learn a thing or two, I thought. After all it was always pleasant talking to him/her.
Some days later, he/she brought the box with him/her again.
I asked if he/she opened it or not. His/her reply was simply no.
“Aren’t you a little curious about what’s inside?” I asked.
“I am, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. The first time I open it will be at a place better than here.” he/she said.
“What’s wrong with this place?”
“Nothing, it’s just that, the person who gave me this told me that ‘the good the vibes are, the greater will be the impact of the box’ and so I want to open it at a good place, some big city.” he/she said.
I thought about it for a moment and then joked “Is there a magical object in it or something?”
“Maybe.” he/she said and I stood there perplexed.
“I was kidding.” he/she said and laughed.
For a few days now, I kept wondering what was in that box. Why does a place matter so much to him/her?
Then one day he/she came to my house unannounced. The look on his/her face said that something was wrong.
I invited him/her in and offered something to drink. Then we sat down in front of the TV.
For a while he/she was quiet. I wanted to start a conversation but I wasn’t aware of the situation and so I didn’t know what to say.
He/she then finally spoke. “There is something you should know.” he/she said
I looked at him/her inquisitively and he/she smiled.
“The thing is..” he/she started, “I’m not just a normal person, I’m supposed to be much more.” he/she said and paused.
I wasn’t able to understand a thing and I kept looking at him/her. I had no idea where this conversation was going.
“I’m supernatural.” he/she blurted out suddenly and I was stunned.
How was that possible. How can any of this be true. Maybe I was dreaming. It’s beyond possible, what did I just heard. This can’t be.
I kept telling myself that I heard something wrong, but apparently I didn’t.
I was not ready to believe anything until he/she showed me a vision. I jumped at the instant but then I calmed down.
“What was it?” I asked
“That was my imagination of a different world and I wanted to show it to you, and so I did.” he/she replied
“That was amazing.” I said calmly and then paused.
For a moment there were awkward eye contacts and total silence.
Then I asked why would he/she reveal such thing to me.
And he/she simply replied that he/she trusted me. “I could never trust anyone before you.” and added.
“So, what should we do now?” I asked with a awkward laugh.
He/she thought for a moment and looked at me with a beaming smile, held out a hand and asked “Do you trust me?”
I said yes with a wide smile and put my hand in his/hers and we left my house.
He/she took me to his/her place and as we entered, I realised that this was the most beautiful house I ever saw. 
His/her room had a lot of creative stuff, I was fascinated by all the things and when I asked where did he/she get them.
“I made them by myself.” was the reply.
All the stuff in his/her room was so great I couldn’t say anything and just kept staring at them.
I was constantly wondering that if all the things had some kind of magic and so I finally asked.
“Sort of.” he/she replied and smiled. “I’m really happy that you liked it.” and added.
“How can I not like it, everything is so beautiful.” I said, still fascinated.
My eyes then dropped on that unopened box and I couldn’t help but ask why he/she has not opened it yet.
He/she just simply nodded a no and sat on his/her bed. I sat at a chair beside him/her and tried to comfort. 
After a few minutes he/she finally spoke. 
“I want to become something more than I am right now. I know my stuff, I know what to do and how to do it. I know where I want to be in next few years, I have everything planned out. But the only thing stopping me, is that I have to get out of here so that I can do something better.” he/she said.
“What’s wrong here?” I asked
“I don’t know, nothing. It’s just I’ve never heard any of my people start anything in a small town like this.” he/she said with an alas.
I sat there in silence holding his/her hand. 
“Ohh! I’m just being stupid, I’m not gonna get anywhere, no matter where I am right now.” he/she said in frustration.
“I don’t think so.” I said firmly and he/she looked up at me in confusion.
“Even when I didn’t know about this super stuff, I always thought that you were great. The way you talked, you inspired me a lot. And it won’t matter where you are, trust me, all that matters is how bad do you want it.” I continued and then paused.
A little hint of hope was flickering again in his/her eyes. I was happy to see those glistening eyes again, which I adored the most. 
No one was saying anything but nothing seemed to be silent. There were voices in our head, pumping up our spirits. 
It was a good feeling. Just then I realised something.
“Open up the box.” I said
“What?” he/she cried in shock.
“Open it up, the most positive vibes, aren’t you feeling them right now?” I asked
“Yes..! yes I’m.” he/she answered in excitement. 

 He/she went to grab the box from the desk and then sat back on the bed.

With the box in his/her hand and a little hesitation in mind, he/she looked at me, so I smiled and  encouraged.
Finally, he/she opened it and a bright light exploded out of it, blinding us and we closed our eyes.
When it felt that the light was gone, I opened my eyes and saw that his/her were still close. 
I gently nudged him/her, to open his/her eyes. And he/she did.
His/her expression were ecstatic as well as nervous. We then looked in the box and there was nothing but a paper within.
He/she took it and read aloud ‘it’s all here, within you. Stop searching and start looking at yourself. you’ve got it all.’ 
We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
There wasn’t anything huge or any shortcut in that box, but yes it was though magical.
“What are you gonna do now?” I asked
“I’m going to start, right here, right now.” he/she said elegantly, with a huge smile.
And we both knew, this was going to lead to something bigger than any of us in that room right now.
” “
Conclusion. 

  • If you have something to share with the world, something that you know everyone will love, then never stop or doubt yourself, just do it.
  • It doesn’t matter where you start, the end goal, the place where you wanna be has to be clear in your head.
  • There will be some hurdles, there will be demotivators, don’t let them get you.
  • Always trust your instincts, they lead to where you wanna be and what you really wanna do.
  • It will always be up to you. People would help, they would encourage, but no one will do it for you.


Hello everyone,

Thank you for reading.

I hope today’s story gives a different perspective and you find what you’re looking for.

Let me know in the comment section.

Thanks again and see you next Sunday.

Bye bye.

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Short Story

Influence.

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Do you know, that most of our personality depends on the people we surround.
Friends are the most important part of our lives.
But do we really know what goes on in their mind.
No we don’t.
Either we influence people, or we get influenced by people.
Let’s see what difference does it make to be in good company……….
” “
Today at the grocery store, I saw a kid holding a toy aeroplane.
He seemed confused and so I approached him and asked what was he thinking.
With pure innocence he replied, “I love this aeroplane but I don’t wanna get it.”
I again asked why. “Because I like the train, it makes me more happy and I want to get that.” he said and continued looking at the toys. 
I then asked why was he holding the plane when he wanted to get the train?
“Because mom said if I can’t find my favourite train then I have to get this plane.” he exclaimed and I smiled and left.
I was sure the kid will find his train and that he won’t have to keep the plane, which takes me back to the days when I was on crossroads.
Those were the days of my youth, my college, where people do stupid stuff for fun. And I was the most stupidest of them all.  
I loved hanging out with my friends and we had a pact that when called upon, everyone has to be present.
We used to play together, go to movies together and do just a little study.
Those were the days I will never forget, being with people who truly care was the greatest pleasure of my life.
I wasn’t used to the attention but after having such good friends I knew what it meant to be recognised.
Sitting at the center with all these people around, I can say my life was perfect.
Until one day, when I saw this guy/girl walking down towards the class all by himself/herself.
He/she seemed so cool and calm, like he/she was walking in a garden.
I kept looking till he/she wasn’t in sight. It left me wondering how might he/she be feeling.
If I was in his/her place, I would feel terrible. I have all these people around me all the time, though they keep nagging me but I’m used to it now.
I walked into the class saw him/her again, he/she chose a middle seat in the corner row and was sitting all alone.
Everyday I watched him/her spending most of the time by himself/herself, and I wondered why.
I didn’t wanted to look like a stalker, but I was developing an interest in his/her personality.
I was growing very curious about him/her and hence I decided to approach and talk.
The next day, I was in the parking, eagerly waiting for him/her to show up.
And when he/she did, my first instinct was to get up and greet him/her but instead I felt like I was glued to my place and couldn’t move my feet.
I was in a visible distance and so when he/she turned, I flashed a smile but he/she didn’t notice.
I’ve never felt more intimidated in my life before and now I made it my mission to get to know him/her.
All my friends were now aware of the situation and there were some yes-s and no-s, but I knew what I wanted to do, no matter how it turns out.
For a few days I tried to get his/her attention by appearing in front of him/her several times.
I didn’t wanted to get on his/her nerves and so I didn’t try much harder.
Don’t know why but so much mystery was killing me inside. He/she never even tried to approach and so one day I finally talked to him/her in the hallway.
“Hi!” I said
“Hey.” he/she replied, looking at me like it was the first time he/she saw me.
“So, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a few days now.”
“Why?” he/she replied coldly.
“Nothing, just because you keep alone a lot.”
“I prefer it that way.” he/she said, facing me with a little smirk and walked away.
That was strange, very strange indeed. I’ve never felt those kind of vibes before. Strong and positive.
There was an unsettling desire to get to know him/her, which was growing stronger as the day passed.
I didn’t see him/her until the last lecture and as it ended I walked up to him/her and tried to start a conversation again.
“Hi.” I said and he/she looked up at me bewildered, without saying a word.
“I.. I saw you taking notes, can I borrow them?” I stammered
“If you wanted notes, why didn’t you write them by yourself?” he/she said politely, which left me speechless.
“I didn’t take notes I was just doodling.” he/she said breaking the awkward silence and smiled.
“Ooh!” I said and paused, “Can I see it.” then asked suddenly.
“Sure, if you want to.” he/she said and handed me the book.
I felt like a fool and so I kept my eyes in the book till he/she asked me if something was wrong.
“Nooo, why would anything be wrong, I’m just looking at the doodles.”
“Oh yeah! there are just three of them and you are not even blinking.” he/she said and I closed my eyes, turning my head down.
I heard him/her laughing and I looked up. “Do you have any kind of crush on me or something?” he/she asked and I went speechless.
It wasn’t true, I was just curious about him/her being alone all the time but no words came out of my mouth and I kept staring, wide eyed.
After exact one minute I came back to my senses and cried NO in a little loud and peculiar voice.
“Ok then.” he/she smiled, took the book and left the class.
We now started talking a little daily, I liked spending time with him/her.
Which apparently my other friends didn’t like. They always wanted me to go out with the group, it was compulsory for everyone to stay together.
I’ve always thought of it as a waste of time, but was never able to say it.
Now that I was having a productive time with someone else, I was genuinely enjoying the company. But my friends seemed to get jealous of it.
Thus they tried to occupy me most of the time. And when I didn’t wanted to go somewhere they were going, they got all emotional and at last I had to give in.
This continued for a while, until one day I heard very bad things about me, from the very persons who called themselves my friends.
I was shocked and heart broken, why would anyone do that, least of all the people you always put first and cared about.
I tried to confront them but no one was telling me anything, I didn’t know what the truth was but I knew not to trust anyone, anymore.
I didn’t leave any of my friends but yes I shortened the amount of time I spend with them.
And day by day I felt more distant from them, it was horrible for me but it didn’t seem the same for them.
I had so many questions, so many doubts. Was it because of me? Just because I start hanging out with someone else that doesn’t give anyone the right to judge me.
Everything that I had left behind was happening to me again.
The old me would have done anything to get back to those friends, but the person I’m now is not feeling good about anything.
I was in a dilemma, I had no idea what to do. People were slipping away from my life twice as fast as they came in.
I was sitting on a bench in a park, looking down at my book and drawing random lines. Just then I heard someone beside me.
“What did that book ever do to you?” he/she said and I looked up.
I felt so much relieved to see him/her, and to be honest I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else in that moment.
I smiled and moved a little so that he/she can sit. I stayed silent for a while and then a question burst out of my mouth.
“Why are you alone all the time? And how can you be so calm?”
“Who said I’m alone all the time. I’m with you right now.” he/she said as calmly as still water.
“Not right now, but the other times at college.”
“Because I would rather spend time with myself than spending it with people who doesn’t even bother to know me.” he/she said politely.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m related to the trustee of this college and everyone seems to think that I can either be of benefit to them or I can ruin their college life. No one really wants to know me.” he/she replied.
“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t know. But why doesn’t that bother you?”
“Because there are certain things that you can control and then there are things that you can’t. I can’t change how people think or how they act or what they want from me.” he/she said with a smile on the face.
And in that moment I realised how much happiness I was letting go because of the stuff that I kept over thinking about.
Then I told him/her about the situation with my friends and then the words that came out from his/her mouth did a huge impact on me,
“Sometimes you can’t tell the difference between the things you can have and the things you really want. You may think that they both can make you equally happy, but they doesn’t. You just have to know the difference.”
I completely understood what he/she wanted to say and we then sat there quietly enjoying each others company.
I’ve never been so sure of myself before and I was really happy that I found someone who taught me a different way of looking at things and people.
I can say that I would not settle for the aeroplane anymore if I don’t want it. I will always find my favourite train.
” “
CONCLUSION.
  • There will be two kinds of people you meet in life, the ones that make you happy and the ones that teach you how to be happy. Know the difference.
  • Sometimes you will think that you are stuck, but actually you won’t. You just have to learn how to let go.
  • People sometimes may leave and it might hurt, but that shouldn’t disturb your peace of mind.
  • Rather you grow or stay where you are, depends mostly on the company you keep. Choose wisely.
Hello hello, it is really nice to see you all here.
I hope you all enjoyed today’s little segment.
Thank you so much for reading.
And at last I would just say ‘Know your crowd.’
Bye bye, and we’ll meet next Sunday.
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Short Story

Be the change.

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Nature,
UV rays,
Ozone layer depleting,
Melting glaciers,
Increasing carbon dioxide content.
Isn’t it scary?
The world where you live is on the verge of a break down.
Let us step up and  start making a change…….
” “
There was once a village called Climatonia. It had the most diverse population and a giant.
The giant set all the rules for the villagers and they did what they were told, without question.
The villagers were so adapted that they never tried anything new and walked around like sheep with the giant herding them.
The village prospered for many many years, until one day the giant stopped telling people what to do.
The people thought that they had made a mistake because of which the giant was gone.
And they were anxious about bringing it back, but without the giant they had no idea what to do.
Days passed by and the people continued to do what they usually did, making variety of items from leaves.
There were artifacts, utensils, and even roofs. These things were supposed to be sold periodically and the giant was in charge of that. Who was apparently gone.
The villagers continued the same work till autumn, then all the leaves went yellow and fell down.
There was now a shortage of leaves and on the other hand, the villagers had a huge amount of leaf artifacts and utensils.
What to do now? the villagers thought. For a few more days they all met at one place expecting some miracle to happen and they get a solution.
But they got nothing until one day, when someone saw a woodpecker and got an idea that they can make things from wood now.
Everyone liked the idea and they all started brainstorming on how to get wood and mould it. 
They tried kicking, pushing, pulling the tree but it didn’t move even a little. What now?
There has to be a way, how was the bird able to do something that the people weren’t. So they turned towards the person who saw the woodpecker and asked.
It was its sharp beak the person replied. And hence the villagers found out a way to cut and mould the tree.        
At first there were little dolls and toys in the making, then they started making stuff comparatively bigger as per the needs.
Now someone from the crowd spoke up and said “If we keep making stuff from wood at this rate there won’t be any left.”
The person was right and it put the villagers in dilemma. But they had to keep going, that was the ideology of the giant and so they did but slowed the work down.
One day out of nowhere came a traveller. The person roamed around the village but no one seemed to notice.
As the night fell, all the villagers gathered in a place as their daily routine and talked. That’s when the traveller introduced itself.
“My name is I.” the words came out like the wind and everyone looked up. They were astonished by the appearance of the traveller and started murmuring within themselves.
‘I’ smiled and participated in the conversation. The whole night went by talking and discovering the adventures of the traveller.
The people of the village were now happy and hopeful. Because they thought that the traveller would help them find their way and get them out of their problems.
They started working again, merrily this time. For days then, the traveller kept telling about the adventures and nothing else.
The villagers were now getting uneasy from all the talking and no solution. So they all decided to speak to the traveller about their problems.
But that night was a no moon and so everyone stayed in their homes. On seeing no one around, the traveller called out to the villagers and promised to show them some magic.
The villagers carefully got out of their homes and saw light coming through a bunch of wood.
Shocked! The villagers asked what was it. The traveller then said it was fire and taught them how to make it. And again they all sat and talked, this time the villagers came up with their story.
‘I’ was listening keenly to what the people were saying and came up with an idea.
“We will all go outside the village for a day, and it will be tomorrow.” ‘I’ said.
Everyone got excited and went to sleep thinking about their next day.
The following morning, there was no sign of the traveller, the people got worried. Just then a kid came and told them that ‘I’ went out of the village and wanted the people to come and search.
The villagers weren’t ready, they never left that place and didn’t know where to go. 
But they had to go, because ‘I’ was out there somewhere. And so they decided that a few men will go first. 
They all went in different directions and came back real quick. When everyone asked why, they said they had no idea what to do. 
Now all the people went together in search of ‘I’. They saw the river, the mountains at a distance, the barren land and many more things that they never saw in their lifetime.
Night fell and they all came back with no sign of ‘I’. They were feeling abandoned again but there was something different with them this time. 
As they were about to head to their homes, fire burned out in the middle of the village and they all turned and saw ‘I’. 
Happily, they paced towards the fire and sat around in a circle.  
‘I’ asked them what did they saw. And there were many different views of the same things they all saw. 
Now ‘I’ asked how were they feeling. They all had a same answer, “we feel different, in a good way.”
Listening to them all ‘I’ now said “we have a bunch of leaf toys what should we do?” 
Everyone had a different and unique idea for the stock. And then ‘I’ continued asking questions and people continued replying extatically.  
‘I’ then told everyone to go to sleep and get to work first thing in the morning. 
The next day, there were many cheerful faces and above all everyone knew what they had to do. 
The village started to prosper again and then one day ‘I’ announced of travelling to some other place.
Everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and went to convince ‘I’ not to leave.
“We will not know what to do. You are the one who showed us our path, what will we do without you?” everyone spoke simultaneously.
“Make your own path.” ‘I’ said. “Let me tell you one last story before I go.” and continued.
I once met a man in the mountains, you see across the river. I thought he was a traveller just like me. But when we talked he revealed that he was there to search for a tree whose leaves will help him live forever. He was very sad while narrating the story and so I asked why? He said he had tried all the leaves and even tried cutting down some trees but everything was in vain. Looking at his misery I then asked “Did you ever thought that maybe the leaves would help live longer, if they were on trees?” The man then got angry and screamed at me for what I said. Because he thought that I was making fun of him, but then he understood me and told me about this village. I told him to come with me, but he said he had to go and fulfil his destiny. That was the man whom you once knew as ‘the giant’.   
Everyone was shocked, they knew nothing about the leaves and true motives of the giant until now. They now felt misused for the needs of someone else. 
Then someone asked the traveller what does he looked like and where did he go.
“Oh! he was a man just like you all, no big feet or hands or body.” ‘I’ said.
“Then why was he called giant?” asked another person. 
“He had big ideas that made him ‘the giant’. As we speak he is somewhere around the world, telling the people of the trees and the leaves and this way everyone can live longer.” 
“But what will he get from that?” asked a kid.
“He will be in the minds of people and live as ‘the giant’ forever.” 
Fascinated by the words of the traveller the people promised themselves to make their village a better place to live, and lead a happy life. 
” “
CONCLUSION. 

  • No one can be selfless for someone else, but the people can be selfless together for one thing ‘the place where they live’.
  • Sometimes you have to make ideas by yourself and stop depending on someone else.
  • You have to get out from your comfort zone to make a difference.
  • The leader is not the only one who has to making decisions, the people together can make a difference.
  • There is always strength and creativity in unity.
Hey you guys, I hope you liked the story and got what I wanted to say here.
Just know that no one likes to be alone and nor does the trees so let’s make our planet greener together.
Have a nice day, see ya.
And don’t forget to come back next Sunday.
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Short Story

Chasing Dreams.

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Have you ever had a dream?
 
Oh, yes Of course! you have.
 
Have you ever wanted that dream to come true?
 
Well, maybe. There’s a possibility right?
 
I would say, yes why not!
 
And then I ask, what would you do to make it come true?
 
Umm, I don’t know, maybe no one does.
 
What then?
 
let me tell you how it happens…….
 
 
” “
 
I’m used to do what people expect or tell me to do. I have been brought up like that, always listening to my parents, always doing what people think is right for me. Always the good kid, at least in front of my parents.
 
But when I’m all alone, I’m someone that they can never believe me to be. I’m an artist. I believe I can do wonders with my imagination, and I feel it coming alive when I put all of that on a paper. Alas! I have to keep it hidden in my closet.
 
I don’t want anyone to find out because maybe it’s lame, anyone can draw and imagine stuff right?
maybe I’m just overthinking and I’m all good where I’m right now.
 
Still, thinking of a possibility where I can be, what I want to be seems so satisfying, that I always get engrossed in it.  
 
I smiled to myself as I wrote all that in my diary, it always feels like I pour my heart down in it and then I have to close it and put it aside, which hurts the most.
 
What can I do about it though, I’m just a small town person. Only if I was Harry Potter, then I could be a small town person plus a wizard, but I’m not, so I just have to put it aside.
 
I kept my diary on the bed, beside my pillow. Yes, I keep my diary with me even in sleep. And then paced towards the blank canvas.
It was kind of a hobby of mine, to draw before I fall asleep and today I was feeling very overwhelmed with all the stuff going in my mind and the heart. 
 
With every stroke that I put on, a whole new world seemed to be revealing itself to me, I was so engaged with the painting that I didn’t even realise how drowsy I was feeling, but the picture wasn’t complete so how can I go to sleep?
 
I tried to draw as much as I could but I was rather tired today, so I leapt on to bed.
 
Deep in sleep I heard some voices, they were getting louder and louder and I was trying to understand what they were saying but I couldn’t.
 
And with a sudden stroke of light I was woken up, my head was dizzy, my bed felt softer and I just wanted to sleep for a few more seconds so I dropped on the side and closed my eyes, getting a look at my painting.
 
My painting, which was complete and beautiful. I jumped awake on realising it. I ran towards it and tried to remember if I completed it last night or not.
 
That’s when mom knocked and came in, looking at my work she said it was fascinating and I should show it to everyone.
 
Which was very unlikely because she never say anything about my drawings, she just comes in, wakes me up and tells me to come down for breakfast.
 
What was it, that was different today? Guess I’ll have to figure it out during the breakfast.
 
I got dressed and went downstairs, to my surprise dad was cooking, which he likes to do but very rarely does. I’ve always been curious about it but I never asked why.
 
My mom and sibling were already eating. I seated myself, dad merrily handed me a plate full of snacks he made and sat beside me.
 
We all ate and talked. Talking wasn’t usually allowed during eating but yes today we were talking. And everyone was saying what they were feeling in the moment. It was surprising, yet a little scary, what was happening around me?
 
Dad nudged me out of my thoughts and asked me to show him my drawings. I watched him with my mouth wide open, because he never asked anything like that before.
 
Everyone followed me to my room after breakfast, which was again unusual and I showed them my work. To my surprise, they were actually praising me, instead of telling me to do other stuff that can be useful for my life.
 
I thanked them as they all left after a few minutes and stood there holding the door wondering what just happened.
 
I sat beside the canvas, looking out of the window, feeling happier than ever. I was having this peculiar desire to scream out to the world that I had it in me. That I was an artist. 
 
I kept smiling the whole time, the weather seemed so pleasant today. Or maybe it was because I was happy.
 
And then I realised, I had never painted outside and it was the perfect time to do so. Everything seemed to be in my favour today and so I grabbed my things and took off. 
 
As I was painting in the lawn, every passing by person was appreciating and commenting about it, which sounded great. I was feeling ecstatic from all the recognition and wanted to do that everyday. I never felt like that in my whole life. It was good.
 
My sibling and the friend came from their sport and stopped for a few minutes analysing or maybe trying to understand what I drew. Probably they were going to make fun of it as they do more often, but no this time they appreciated. They actually told me that I was doing good and I should continue doing it. 
 
I was now confused, why was everyone around me so kind? It was never like this, something was very wrong with the place I was in, because reality can never be so good, at least not for me that’s what I’ve learned from all these years.   
 
I went inside to check on my family and they all seemed just fine as usual doing their work, but I don’t know why I was getting a weird feeling about everything. 
 
So I went outside to see if anything peculiar was going on. I roamed all the streets where I usually go and to the ones which I avoid, but nothing was unfamiliar. 
 
Maybe I was over reacting now, I mean, it isn’t so hard to accept that good things can happen to me right? Yes good things are happening to me, it’s not the end of the world, I was worried for no reason. 
 
I was wondering all the way home, about everyone and everything. And I wanted it to stay this way forever. 
 
I got home, went to my mom and sat beside her, I always liked talking to her and so I did. I told her about the weird feeling I was getting and she asked me why.
 
I didn’t know the answer, then she asked me why was I feeling happy. I had the answer now, it was because of the appreciation I got for my work and I really liked doing it and she told me to keep doing it. 
 
She actually told me to keep doing it. I kept looking at her and she kept smiling. I tried to speak to her again but I couldn’t open my mouth now. I tried and tried but can’t move my lips even a bit. 
 
She then said “wake up now.” I looked at her with wide eyes. 
 
“Wake up” she said again and moved away from me, suddenly not in sight. 
 
Everything around me felt spinning, so I closed my eyes and I started to shake. Mom’s voice now felt even stronger and sharper and I jerked my eyes open. 
 
I was in my room, Mom was standing beside me and told me to freshen up. I looked at my painting which was incomplete. 
 
I was dreaming, the whole thing, the different world was a dream. I felt so stupid, but no I’m not stupid. It was everything that I ever wanted, then why shouldn’t I admit it. 
 
So I got up, took bath, cleared my head and looked at the painting again. But this time I didn’t wanted to keep it in my closet, so I left it there to come back later and complete it. 
 
I’m glad I had such a dream, because I’m now more sure than ever about the things I want to do in my life. Starting with following my dreams. 
 
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CONCLUSION,

  • You have to know what you really want to do.
  • You have to show everyone what you’re capable of.
  • You have to believe in yourself.

“Reach out to the universe, and the universe will help fulfil your deepest desires.”

Well, I do hope all your dreams come true.

Don’t forget to tell me how you liked the story.

Have a great day.

And stay tuned for next Sunday,, bye bye!

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Short Story

First of all.

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Have you ever imagined, that if you could live like someone else for one day, who would it be?

You can be a sport’s star, maybe a celebrity, or a writer, oh! maybe an astronaut going in the space…..

But, would you believe me if I say you don’t have to imagine you can do all that for real?

Yeah it sounds very intriguing doesn’t it.

Let me tell you a story about one such time……..

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It was just another day, or I can say that ‘the sun rose in the east and will be setting in the west’, overall nothing was unusual. I got up, had a lot of coffee, and was all set to ride to college.
 
Yeah college, where no one could interpret what will their day be like, no one except me, because I never talked much and I was cool with it. It’s not that no one wanted to talk to me, but I just never got involved in gossip and stuff. So I spend a lot of time in the library, classic nerd hah! well that’s me.
 
I have friends, a few good friends and it is because of them, that I can survive. I arrived exactly at 7:30 as usual and went straight to my locker. There aren’t many people around at this hour and I find it very peaceful, but today a most disturbing thing was going to happen. I was headed to class when the principal stopped me in the middle and asked me for a favour, a huge favour. 
 
I was pacing right to left in the cafeteria, constantly thinking about the excuses I can give to get rid of the situation and apparently I wasn’t getting any. My friends seemed to enjoy this situation, because they thought that giving a speech in front of whole college was the most amazing thing to happen to me.
 
They wanted me to come out of my comfort zone and at last I agreed. As the first bell rang I went to the Principal’s office and accepted the terms. But little did we knew what was coming next our way.
 
As I was going to deliver the speech after the lunch break, which was an extremely short notice, I was given the provision to skip classes until then and can ask anyone for help. So I asked all my friends, after all who wouldn’t take the benefit of a privilege like that. 

For quite a while, we kept brainstorming about the idea that the principal dropped on us ‘Things we learn’. Which was an incomplete sentence, like learn where – in college, out of college, during college, in life.

 
We were all confused, because not only everyone had a different idea but all of us wanted to have our ideas on paper, which wasn’t going to be convenient for me to speak on stage in front of that huge crowd. 

Then came someone out of nowhere, I didn’t realise he/she was there until his/her voice rang loud into my ears “Can you keep it down, people are trying to study here.” And the next words just blurted out of my mouth like a bullet “Who studies in a cafeteria?”

 
That right there was the moment when I looked in his/her eyes, he/she was bewildered by what I said and so was I, for a moment there was silence and then I saw that I was standing right outside the library and we were making so much noise. 

I quickly apologised and explained the situation, which was totally unnecessary. And that’s where the friends come in to make the situation more weird, they all started passing embarrassing looks and smiles, and I stood there rigid like a statue.

 
Now at this point anyone else would go and continue to mind their own business, but not him/her, he/she actually offered me help with a smile so wide, I couldn’t help but turn all red.
 
After that awkward but sweet encounter, we all agreed on one idea, his/her idea to roam around the college and see what we can find to inspire the speech. I asked him/her to come along and we took off. 
 
We were all chatting and pointing out things that were always there and we never noticed. How strange is that right? Though I was really enjoying it all, I’ve never done something fun for studies and walking the college to get ideas seemed just perfect, also getting to know my sweet encounter was the most fun part.
 
He/she was telling me about the classes we had together and all the things related to me, which left me wondering how have I not seen him/her before. Maybe I’m just too busy shutting everyone out. 

Oh! and I almost forgot to mention how much I liked the way he/she was talking, it was so intense that I was distracted from everything but his/her voice. I smiled a little to myself and then regained my attention on the speech. 

 
It was now just an hour left before the lunch bell to go off and so we returned to the cafeteria to discuss a little before I wrote the speech. There was no doubt that we were screaming again and so I took out my pen and paper and asked them one by one what they think I should write. 
 
The topics so far were sports, general studies, practicals, history, literature and so on, all of which was extremely boring. Yet I started to write down some points about each of them and then read it out loud for everyone to listen. 

Practically, everyone thought that it was good, because it involved everything that we learn here. But to me, it didn’t sound very appealing. 

 
“We hear about these everyday and today has to be special. I can’t bore people out by this stuff.” I said and everyone nodded. 

The college was celebrating the birthday of our library and spreading the awareness of unity which was already going to be stuffy and tiring, and I wanted it to end with something inspiring. I shared this idea with everyone and thus we again started to put our minds to it.

 
We kept thinking till the lunch bell rang which made us all worried. Now I didn’t had much time to write out of imagination and people were already flooding in. I was hungry and so was everyone else, thus we grabbed our lunch and seated in a corner. To my surprise, everyone in the cafeteria was smiling towards me or maybe at me, I really didn’t knew but who cares right? 
 
I was sitting beside my sweet encounter who was certainly very uneasy so I asked what happened and he/she said that he/she wasn’t used to that much attention and it was making him/her want to shoot bullets at everyone, listening to which I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Why would you say that?” I asked “To distract myself from the odd folks and your laugh happens to be exactly what I needed.” he/she said. 

 
I could scream OMG right now, because I wasn’t used to flirting at all. But yes, I happen to like it, duh who doesn’t. I can say that it took my mind off the speech for a very good amount of time, or say it was a bad amount of time, because when I realised I was off the track I started to freak out. 

I was just about the run to the library when some students came over to our table and started roasting me with questions. I gave a few answers but it was all too much for me to cope up with, because I wasn’t certain if they really wanted the answers or were they just picking on me.

And again that’s where the friends come in, they rescued me from the lot and we paced towards the library, and reached there just a second before the bell rang signalling that lunch was over.   

 
Now everyone looked at me nervously because they all knew that it was the time for the program to start and I had to go backstage all alone, which might panic me. But no, I wasn’t panicking at all, in fact I was confident than ever before. I assured them all to go and take the seats with best view and trust me, so they did. 
 
As everyone was leaving I held back my sweet encounter and thanked him/her for standing up for me at the lunch, which wasn’t his/her scene but yet he/she did it. To which he/she simply smiled, hugged me, wished me luck and took off. 
 
The whole show was as I anticipated, long and heavy, I could see the faces of each and every student, yawning and sleeping. I was just finishing down my speech when the principal came from behind and startled me, to which he apologised and asked to read the speech before I go on stage. From the expressions on his face I knew that I did a good job, and we both were now satisfied. 
 
And now, it was finally the time to go up on the stage as the anchor calls my name. There was a lot of yawning and uneasy faces in the crowd and for a moment my legs froze, everything went silent and I just wanted to run backwards, but then I saw my friends waving at me and cheering me from the front row, so I regained my composure and started to speak. 

I very well know that everyone in this hall wants to leave as soon as they can, but why did you all come here in the first place? I’ll say it is out of respect., that’s the first thing we learn. 
Now as I said that, many of the dull faces turned at me with a different expression, that’s interest. It helps to learn. 
I was asked today to speak about the things we learn but wasn’t told anymore than that, no hints at all, so I learned many things, because there wasn’t a limit. 
I learned to laugh a little more, I learned to walk a little more, I learned to care a little more, I learned that you can conquer anything with the right people beside you, and those are your friends, your parents, your teachers. I learned to fight for what’s worth, I learned to show kindness, even to the ones who you think doesn’t deserve. I’ve learned that there is so much to learn if we do not limit ourselves. But above all, I’ve learned to love me, to put faith in me, to trust me, to accept me, to stand up for me. I’ve learned to have this confidence and know that everyone here will listen to me.  
But first of all I’ve learned to be me. 

As I said that, the crowd cheered up and the entire hall was filled with hurrahs and applause, it felt really good. I smiled at all my friends, thanked them at the end of the speech. Thanked the teachers and the principal. 

 
For me this was a moment out of a fairytale, I never expected that I could do something like that, being someone that rarely speaks. But now I know, if I put my mind onto something I can definitely do it.  
 
That was the day that changed my life in ways that I can never imagine and I’m grateful for it.  
 
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CONCLUSION.
You can do it all, but….

  1. You have to trust yourself, believe in yourself. 
  2. You have to accept that there will be hardships and you’ll get through them all.
  3. You have to be with people who inspire you, encourage you, lift you up.
  4. You have to believe that whatever comes your way is to make you strong. How you react to the situation is all that matters.
  5. And last, but not the least, You have to be grateful for everything that you have. 

So, I hope you have read this story picturing yourself, and it made your day a little bit merrier. 

 
Let me know your thoughts, in the comment box.  
 
Have a  nice day.
 
And don’t forget to come back next Sunday. See you! 
 
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