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Short Story

Focus

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The successful warrior is the average man, with laser-like focus.

– Bruce lee

It is usually not easy to be focused on one thing,

Nowadays, people have several tasks on hand to take care of,

And each of them are considered equally important.

Do you do that too?

Well I have to say, I do.

There are so many things to see-to and then we get lost between them.

And being entangled, one might not find the very thing that they need.

Thus, focus is a very tricky and essential part of life.

Let’s blur out everything for a moment and focus on a our imagination………

” “

I was sitting on the chair, in front of my computer trying to write an article which I had to submit within two days to the magazine I work for.

It was an important task but also very tiring one. I had to sit through hours and think up stuff to write.

While I was writing, mom called me to help her move the winter clothes from upper cabinets to empty space in the cupboard, where everyone can easily take them.

I asked her if anyone else was free to help her, but no one was home and so I have to get up and do it.

After completing the moving, I thought of the work I had pending and went back to my desk.

But I was too lazy to do that again for hours. And so, I thought I should take a break and refresh my mind.

I bought some snacks from the kitchen to my room and started watching the series I very much like.

I didn’t realise how much time I spent on that until mom called again and asked me to go to the store to buy some missing ingredients for dinner.

As soon as I got back from the store I started working on the article with all my concentration.

After a little while, I was called for dinner. Everyone was already on the table and I greeted them all.

We had a nice supper and chat, and later I helped mom to do the dishes.

I usually wait for two hours before going to bed and in that time I completed other stuff I was concerned with.

Like, making a schedule for the next day, organising my desk, analysing the work and the other activities I did that day and so on.

By the time I completed all my chores, I was already feeling sleepy and so I climbed the bed and grabbed a book to read, as it is my habit to read before I sleep.

After waking up the next morning and getting ready for work, I got multiple texts from the office that I have to run some errands before arriving there.

And here I go again, following my routine, just doing things and sometimes not even liking them.

This is what I’ve been doing for a while now, just wake up, go to work, come back in the evening and go to bed, I’m quite fed up and I don’t know why.

I chose the work of writing because I liked doing it very much, but now it is just tiresome.

The only thing I enjoy in my day now, is the reading that I do before I go to bed.

‘How did things turn out this way? when did I lose interest in my work?’ I asked myself.

I was so much hopefull and high spirited person, I chose what I loved to do and still I was living just a mediocre and stressful life.

“It was never supposed to be this way.” I told myself, and so I took a day off from the office to figure out what I want and how.

Though I had to turn in the article on time and so I worked late that night and completed it to have the next day completely to myself.

This morning as I woke up, I was ready to learn something new about myself. I was prepared to find out the reason where I changed.

I walked downstairs and had breakfast, spent some quality time with my family and then all got busy in their respective works.

I had nothing to do and so I thought of going to a library, my favourite place on earth.

There I read some old magazines where I had published my articles and I noticed that overtime my writings have became more statistical than creative.

The reason why that happened was because I started feeling reserved while working.

I had set boundaries and limits in which I completed my work and that made it more tedious than intresting.

And those limits were because I always had something else on hand to complete that it diverted my attention.

Though it wasn’t only the time limit but the way I looked at what I did, that made it more lenthy.

Now that I know what made me so grumpy about the things I do, I had to find a way to associate with everything and make the best out of it.

My passion still lied in writing and so I decided to give it my complete attention for at least two hours in a day.

And in that time I will not take any other task in between. Or even better, I will complete any other important things first and then make my writing my leisure time.

Conclusion.

  • Focus is something which isn’t easy to hold, but does a lot of good when given properly.
  • Everyone says to ‘find your passion’ but it isn’t always butterflies and unicorns in doing that, so to make the best out of your passion and yourself, you will have to love it unconditionally.
  • It is only logical that you can not do just one thing in a whole day and so it’s okay to sit back, relax and entertain yourself, but the real test is when you’re doing something productive which won’t be so much entertaining and you will have to say yes to the work and no to the pleasure, that’s only when you grow.

Hello everyone, how are you doing?

Have you found your passion yet? NO?

It’s okay, you will soon.

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And if you have to ask me anything or tell me something, comment below.

Thanks for reading with me.

Have a great time ahead.

Short Story

Do not worry, just get up.

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Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us get up and go to work.

– Stephen King

Has something or someone ever let you down so bad, that you can’t feel the need to get up again?

The thing can be your most priced possesion or an asset.

The person can be you. Who let you down.

Have you ever felt so drowned that giving up is the only way you can see?

But you know what, it isn’t the only way.

It is hard to rebuild, but it isn’t impossible.

Let’s find out a way together…………

” “

One day, in the morning I woke up with a notification on my phone that the website which I was building and running successfully has went down.

It took me almost a year to increase it’s reach and now all of it just vanished.

Nothing is more exhausting and devastating than this. What am I supposed to do now?

Sit back, relax, wait for everything to go back to normal? Well, what if it doesn’t?

How can I relax, when I can’t even breath. Everything seems to be falling apart.

I am static on my bed, can’t move or don’t want to move.

It’s like every piece of me is shedding little by little and there’s nothing I could do.

If I say it out loud, the only answer I will get is that I’m overreacting. But I am really not, I do feel crushed.

Only I know how much it took to establish something like that and now that it’s gone, I know nothing anymore.

How am I supposed to cope this feeling, hide the emotions? I can’t, but no one will understand so ultimately I have to.

“Wake up with a smile little one.” I told myself and got up from bed.

I tried to be normal the rest of the day. I smiled a little more, so that the pain would not show.

Everyone, close to me, knew about that incident and kept asking what happend. I simply answered and tried to changed the topic.

Then they would say ‘don’t worry you’ll get it back, everything will be fine.’

It’s easy to say everything will be fine, but it’s me who is going through with it and I know I can’t keep calm.

At those times, I wanted to scream and cry and shout loud enough that my voice reach the sky, but instead I kept quiet and smiled.

It was like a storm inside of me which can’t come out. And it continued for a several days.

I kept waiting for everything to get back to normal. I even tried many things to make it work properly again but everything in vain.

Until one day, something happened that made me realise, it’s not the end of the world and I could start seeing it as an opportunity.

I was walking back home one evening, when I saw an old couple sitting in their lawn conversing about something.

They waved at me as I passed them and I stepped towards the lawn, took a chair and seated myself.

I always greeted them in the morning, on my way to work and their smile always lighten up my heart.

That day, they asked me if I was okay, and I said yes. I didn’t understand why they asked me such a thing, but I felt good.

We sat there, chatted for a few minutes. They offered me cookies and tea, and told me stories about their youth.

It fascinated me in a way, I was thoroughly enjoying my time there. And for once my mind was off the breakdown of my website.

Then they started telling me about how they met. It was one winter afternoon at a cafe, far from town.

It turned out they both were there at the same camp and later, met again at dinner.

The old man told me that he tried very much but the lady won’t fall for anything. He said that she didn’t like his short height.

And yet, here they are together, enjoying each others company and living their best life. I was happy to have had this encounter.

And later I asked how they had maintained such a healthy relationship and they told me everythign about it.

How they supported each other through hard times and persevered in life.

They teased each other on the topic of not being able to do things and it continued for a while.

I left there when the sun almost went down, walked towards home with a completely different feeling.

I wasn’t sad anymore. The conversation was going on in my mind and I was smiling to myself.

As I stepped forward the smile grew wider and in no time I started laughing, really hard.

I was not concerned if someone would think I was a fool but insted I was happy, and I shared a smile or two on my way home.

Though whatever happened with my site may or may not be in my best interest, but dwelling on the loss is definitely not for the best.

To be that much happy when you grow old, is to never give up on the things you love.

Conclusion.

  • It’s ok to feel sad if you lose something, but it is necessary to move on.
  • Nothing will happen unless you would make it happen.
  • Downfall is often like a trampoline, so jump twice back up.
  • It’s not late to start and never too late to start over. So, just get back out there and do it.
  • It’ll be tough, no doubt. But you’ll make it. Believe in yourself.

Hey, everyone….

How have you been?

I’m really sorry for not posting last week, as I was slightly busy with my cousin’s wedding.

I hope you all enjoy my posts. Do comment and let me know.

Share as well, if you like it.

See you next time.

Short Story

Not soon, now!

nidhi
There are several times where I had left things to do later,
 
And then I might have forgotten it. 
 
How many of you had done the same?
 
A few times maybe, right?
 
Well, we have something in common then. 
 
But don’t you think, if that thing which we delayed might have lead to something good, 
 
If only it was done, when it was supposed to. 
 
I think that too. Wow, that’s two common attributes in a row. 
 
Can we just go back in past and make things right?
 
No we can’t!
 
Then what can we do?
 
Let’s find out together………
 
 
” “
 
It’s winter morning, I am cozy in my bed, not wanting to get out, but it is an important day so I had to wake up early.
 
I looked out the window, the weather didn’t seem so good and I stayed in bed for a few more minutes.
 
Clouds forming in the sky, winds blowing over the trees.
 
The sky is a perfect combination of blue and grey. It keep fascinating me.
 
I started wondering how my day will be. I am to meet a childhood friend, more like a mentor.
 
She has helped me through many circumstances of my life, she was my senior and now she is a professor at a big university.
 
I’m so excited to meet her, there hasn’t been much contact between us since she left the city, but I know that the bond is still strong. 
 
I realised that I got so lost thinking about all the memories we had together that I fell asleep again.
 
I stood right up as soon as I opened my eyes. I had an assignment to take care of and so I rushed to the bathroom to get ready. 
 
Because of my early reminising, I reached late at the university. And so, all the faculty members had already left for the lunch break. 
 
I cannot even believe I lost that much time in the morning, all I did was have breakfast at home and leave as soon as I could.
 
Where did I spent so much time that it’s already lunch break?
 
Oh yes! I was at my friend’s shop, reading comics. They were truly interesting, I almost lost the track of time.
 
I called a friend to sit with me outside the staff room, until someone arrives and I could submit my assignment.
 
As he came, he asked me if I filled up the online survey form related to the assignment and apparently, I had totally forgot about it.  
 
I remember keeping that for later, and then I never did it. I immediately turned on the internet and looked for the form to fill up.
 
It was almost complete when the network went down, and then I had to fill it up again. 
 
Then I realised it wasn’t the network but the website which wasn’t working properly.
 
And so, it took me a few tries before I submitted my survey. finally, completing my assignment.
 
I wanted to meet her( my mentor ) as soon as I leave the university and so I called. But alas, she was busy. 
 
At first she was in town just for one day, but luckily now she is staying a few days and so I can meet her anytime.
 
I could talk to her about so many things, I can even ask her what should I do after graduation.
 
She is so good at giving advises, I truly admire her, and I’m getting so hyped on the thought of meeting her after a long time.  
 
As I reached home, it was evening already and mom was making dinner. I greeted her and paced towards my room. 
 
Most of the things were spread on the floor because of my morning rush and so I took them all and lay them on the bed. 
 
I felt so tried that I skipped cleaning and flee downstairs to eat. 
 
It was my turn to take out the trash and so after dinner I went to put it out. There I saw my neighbour and stopped for a brief chat.
 
As I stepped in my room, after completing all the chores, it was still a mess and I felt exhausted.
 
I wanted to clean but I didn’t and again threw everything on the floor. What a busy day it was!
 
I fell asleep as soon as I dropped on bed. Gradually, leaving the reality for the world of dreams.
 
The first thought I had in the morning was not to be lazy, I got up early and planned my day.
 
The most important thing I listed was meeting her( my mentor) because if I delayed it, she might as well leave and we can’t even meet.
 
I had it all in my head, things to do in the day. For once I thought of listing it in a paper, but then I didn’t. Who has that much time to waste.
 
During breakfast, dad read me the headlines from the newspaper. “The world is changing so fast.” he said at last and I smiled and left.
 
Even though I had planned everything out for today, it was again the same as yesterday.
 
Somehow, nothing changed. I still had some work pending from the university, I had to clean my room.
 
And there was an important application which I had to fill up, about a reserved lecture I was very much intrested in.  
 
All of it is yet pending, I can’t remember where I spent my whole day. I’ve always been like this, but it never bothered me till now.
 
Maybe it was because I wasn’t able to meet her, or maybe it’s just because there is so much left to do and I’m stressing about everything.  
 
Well, if it is stress, I must sleep on it then. I’ll figure everything out tomorrow. 
 
But did I really figure it out? Yes I did and I learned it the hard way. 
 
This morning, I had several pending tasks and I was all set to complete them in time. 
 
First thing, I opened my laptop, connected it to the internet and started filling up that form and submitted it.
 
There was a slight buffering after i submitted and so I put it aside and started cleaning my room.
 
I was getting too many notifications on my phone and so I sat for a few minutes to check if I got anything urgent.
 
And as usual, there was nothing much important, but still I wound up scrolling through social media.
 
As soon as I realised the waste of time, I put the phone to silent mode, turned the music on and resumed the cleaning.
 
I had pushed it aside for too long and so there was so much cleaning to do. It took me almost all day, but my room looked much better.    
 
I took a few minute rest, read few pages of a book, lay on bed for a while.
 
As I saw the time, I jumped up, took my phone and saw I had calls and texts from her. She was leaving today and I haven’t yet talked to her.   
 
Her train was about to leave in half an hour and she tried to contact me to meet before that but I forgot that I put the phone to silent.
 
I rushed to the bathroom, changed, and then went straight downstairs.
 
Mom stopped me to ask why I was in a hurry and I had to explain her the situation.
 
I took off as soon as I could, the station was far and so I drove fast, but I knew it was almost impossible to reach before the train leaves.
 
All the way, I thought if only I had cleaned my room earlier, non of it would have happened.
 
I reached the station and saw the train leaving in front of my eyes. It was a sore sight.
 
There was nothing I could do, but regret.  
 
” “
(Try understanding this story by keeping ‘the mentor/she’ as a metaphor for what you want to achieve or do in life)
 
Conclusion
  • If you think, you have enough time, you are wrong. Think twice before postponing anything that means something to you. 
  • You might get a second chance, but not many. Be wise and grab the opportunity as soon as it comes. 
  • You only will be responsible for whatever you get and do not. It’s your choice. 
  • It is better to do something, no matter how difficult, than to regret not doing it. 

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I am very happy to see that you’re reading this and I really hope you have a great time.

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See you next time!! 

  

Short Story

You can’t make people believe, Unless you do.

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Do you have faith in yourself?
 
How much?
 
If I told you, ‘you can jump off a building and not get hurt.’
 
Would you believe me?
 
Now if I add a few words in that sentence like ‘you will jump off a building in a chute and you won’t get hurt.’
 
You believe me now, right?
 
Why am I telling you this? It’s not even relevant, don’t you think?
 
Well, maybe it is.
 
You see, at first, even I didn’t believe that one can be unharmed after jumping off a building.
 
But then I added a resource through which I can achieve the first activity or say goal.
 
So, when I believed it can happen, you believed it too.
 
Let’s see how can we have this attitude and put it in good use……….
 
 
” “
 
The one thing that I feared most was negligence. I couldn’t stand being ignored.
 
I have this urge of pleasing people around me that I can’t cope. ‘Why is that?’ I ask myself but get no conclusion.
 
It does me no good and eventually I end up hurting myself. And the worst thing is I do it to myself.
 
I can’t blame anyone, I can’t complain to anyone. I can do nothing but be sad about it.
 
Is this, how it will be, for the rest of my life. Why can’t I change?
 
All of this is so pathetic, and I don’t even know why can’t I stop thinking about it.
 
Well, what else can I do, I might as well think that I’m hopeless. Or am I not?
 
The morning when I told myself something different from what I’ve been telling myself so far was the day when it all began.
 
I was on my way to a seminar held by one of the students from our batch to get more attention and help for the project work their team was doing.
 
Usually, all I did at events like these was either fall asleep or make fun along with the people around me.
 
But today I decided to watch and learn. To find out what potential is out there and how much patience do I hold.
 
The seminar started impressively, the beginning was good, the presentation was good but then somehow the quality depleted.
 
And as it continued, it turned out to be extremely tedious and the person who arranged could see it too, so he ended the presentation abruptly with a nice good bye.
 
I couldn’t understand what happened. The beginning was good then how come it turned this way.
 
I went home thinking about the event all the way. And I realised that it was because no one was properly paying attention.
 
I was once a kid like that, making fun of others to fit in myself, with the people around me.
 
I was disturbed by what happened, it was so bad for that person. I could see how high hopes he had but they just were crushed.
 
Why? Because he was trying to do something the others didn’t.
 
How can I ever be a part of something like that, I don’t like hurting people but unknowingly I’ve done it maybe.   
 
All of this was making no sense , it seemed like I was trapped in a certain reality and there is no escape.
 
I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t know what was happening, I felt like screaming but no one was listening.
 
I was getting so frustrated. If it was a dream I needed to wake up immediately, but unfortunately it wasn’t.
 
It is life and it will go on, never stopping for anyone.
 
I dropped down on a bench, at the side walk, staring at a distance. Breathing deep.
 
I did nothing for a while, not even a thought, just sat there, feeling numb.
 
The wind was cold, the clouds in the sky were moving slow, squirrels were playing around the trees, it was a beautiful scenario.
 
Little by little, I got over every overwhelming feeling and there in that moment I felt peace.
 
I took out a book from my bag and wrote everything I was feeling, all the things that I was sad about, everything that I was depressed about, and then everything that I was happy about.
 
And my biggest gratitude was that ‘I am alive and I have this life.’
 
I inserted a different perspective, and as I did, there in that moment I felt alive. More than ever.
 
I let go of the things that I couldn’t control, I let go of all the sadness and it left me with things to be grateful about.
 
I know I’ve tried hard to be a part of something, but I always forgot that I am something too, someone who is not meant to fit in.
 
I smiled for everything that has happened so far in that day, and the day before and for the life I’ve had.
 
I smiled wide enough to let it reach my heart and leave a mark forever.   
 
“Tomorrow will always be happier than today, and today is going to be the best day” I wrote at last and got up to walk home.
 
The next day, as I now believed something different will happen, I saw myself as a more reasonable and more self dependent person.
 
And when I went downstairs and had an interaction with my sibling, that was the moment when I realised those were just thoughts, and nothing actually changed.
 
I am the same old person, the people around me are the same. Who was I kidding.
 
But then I thought, why give up?  what do I have to loose? 
 
So I took out that book again and read what I had written, and those were some really good motivating lines. 
 
Hence, I again felt good and decided to overcome anything coming in my way by having a look at the book. 
 
There were many moments in my day, where I could have behaved as I was meant to by the society, but I didn’t.
 
And that really helped me enjoy my day, far more than I ever did.
 
Though I wasn’t with many people but the few, whom I was with taught me a lot, and I was grateful for that.
 
Now this attitude of mine was attracting many good people and opportunities.
 
This was the time when I started my first ever community center at college.
 
I knew the idea was huge and it would take up most of time but I wanted to do it and so I did.    
 
The first thing I did was to make sure people were willing to join me and so I designed flyers all night to make me look more serious about it. 
 
The next day when I put up the posters and sent out the invites, a very few persons were there to be a part of it. 
 
It was a little disappointing, but ok, I wasn’t giving up hope. 
 
I went to the faculty members to get permission for my program and I was very excited to get started, but alas they said ‘no’. 
 
Because there weren’t any fund to start a new program like this and make place for a bunch of people.
 
Now that was a very bad news. I went back to those few people and told about it.
 
All the excitement was gone and I was perplexed about the situation.
 
I had everything planned, it was a perfect idea, a perfect time and it just didn’t happen right.
 
I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about other ways to make it happen.
 
And that’s when someone suggested that we could use the old abandoned gym of the college.
 
It was a great idea and so went back to the faculty and this time, I convinced them how great this idea was and finally got the permission.
 
Now the gym was very old and so I needed a proper cleaning, which unfortunately I had to make happen by myself.
 
I asked for help, from those who joined me. And to my surprise everyone was willing to do the cleaning.  
 
It was hard work but at last we did it. We were able to successfully start the center. And I couldn’t be more happy about it 
 
Though in the beginning very few people took interest in the activities but as I believed more in myself, I was able to make the center just as I imagined it to be.
 
It was though a little achievement, but it meant so much to me and I was very satisfied with the results.
 
I was happy that I did something for myself, by myself. But I was happier to do something for every other person in that room.
 
And the best part is, I did it all just by believing in myself and  never giving up.
 
” “
 
 
Conclusion
  • It is said that ‘nothing is impossible’. And believe me when I tell you ‘it is true’. Believe in yourself and  anything is possible.
  • There will be a thousand opinions of you by the people, but what you see yourself as, will matter the most. 
  • You have to remember one thing though, all of this would no be easy but you’ll get through, just don’t stop believing. 

When you really want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.  – The alchemist. 

Hey guys…, 

So what are you up to today?

I hope that whatever it is, is going to make your day. 

Have a happy Sunday… 

See you next time.

 

Short Story

Not giving up.

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What makes a person unstoppable?
 
What makes them do the impossible?
 
Is there anything helping them?
 
What asset do they have?
 
There are so many questions stopping people from following their dreams,
 
So many doubts that makes them want less,
 
But how do the people who achieve great, are able to do it?
 
Let’s look through a story and see how the magic happens……….
 
 
” “
 
I still remember that day, the day when it all began.
 
I was just a teen, fooling around with my friends, enjoying my life, breaking the rules and so and so.
 
Then one day I stumbled upon an article in the newspaper.
 
The headlines were “If you can sell it, you can do anything.”
 
It was an advertisement about a sales job. I started reading into it and it fascinated me.
 
The product was simply a miniature exercising tool kit, but I was intrigued by it’s functions.
 
I was an early bird and I always liked working out, so reading about that kit made me want to buy it.
 
I immediately got ready to head out over the address in the advertisement.
 
On reaching there I saw people selling that product with such an ease.
 
I stopped over one counter and asked for the kit for myself.
 
To be honest it was nothing like it was described in the paper, I kept looking at it and wondering ‘what made me come all the way just for this thing?’
 
Which I wasn’t even satisfied on seeing.
 
I then looked around, there were many people actually buying it. I went to their side to see what was happening.  
 
There was this one seller, who was illustrating the uses of that product with such a determination, that people were truly falling for it.
 
I then took that kit from her counter and asked “what makes it different so different?”
 
She started stating all the pros of the product, and I started analysing it.
 
I didn’t see anything wrong with what she was saying and thus I gave it a shot, and bought the kit for myself.
 
I went home and opened the kit right away, separated all the things in it and kept them in my cupboard.
 
The next day, I tried using them for my workouts. It wasn’t as easy as it was stated to me.
 
I was a little disappointed then, I knew I didn’t like the product completely when I saw it, but yet I bought it.
 
I thought of returning or replacing it and so I went back to that store.
 
I had an encounter with the same person who sold me the kit and at first I spoke in a rude tone, but as the conversation continued I got calmer and calmer.
 
I again ended up with that kit in my hands and brought it back home. Then I placed it on my table and laughed foolishly at myself.
 
But though that encounter taught me something and I got an idea of starting my own advertisement channel.
 
The only difference was that I didn’t had any product to sell and so I thought of reviewing the things that I bought in my day.
 
It went on for a few days, I posted my reviews on a newly made YouTube page and enjoyed shooting the videos.
 
At first I posted regularly and then I did it only on the weekends.
 
The number of views and followers were static and so I kept loosing interest in what I was doing.
 
Eventually I realised that I had failed miserably in sustaining my channel and so I shut it down.
 
It was the first time that I did something on my own and failing in it made me feel weak.
 
I was able to take the defeat and so I started studying the business books and followed the routines of some successful people.
 
Which later became my hobby, and I continued doing it.
 
I had a change in my mindset but other than that everything else was normal.
 
I was at the same house, the same space and doing the same thing over and over again. It was now my schedule for the day.
 
Then one day I went to the inauguration of a startup company, a friend of my dad’s had started a business in providing travel.
 
Ours was a small town and the travel business was rare, so there were many people investing in it.
 
I walked up to the owner and asked how did he came up with the idea.
 
He stated few particular things, for example- there were many people travelling to nearby cities for jobs, people in small towns were always travel enthusiast and so on.
 
The point I got from all those things was that he had a clear vision of what he was doing and what he will achieve.
 
I roamed around the venue for a few minutes when I saw the same girl from whom I bought the exercise kit.
 
I walked up to her and chatted a little while without stating I knew here and she was very friendly in nature.
 
I then subtly asked her about that kit, she told me she had known what I was up to the whole time and explained to me how she was successful in selling me the item.
 
“You knew what you were there to buy, which was a good thing, because most people just come and buy anything they are told will be beneficial to them. One has to create the trust in their customer and that’s what I do. The things I told you weren’t false at all and you believed it. When you came back with a complain, I was only able to convince you otherwise because what I was doing and giving was the truth.”
 
I was now baffled with what she was explaining to me and I stood there completely silent.
 
I then asked if it was right to sell something which does not properly work, only on the basis that what she was saying is true.
 
“The kit works properly believe me, I use it myself, what you wouldn’t have done is read the instructions properly and even if you had read them, you might not have followed them properly.” she explained to me.
 
I smiled at her and realised again that she was right, I greeted her and parted ways.
 
The next morning, I opened the kit again and looked at the instructions first.
 
I realised that there was though a little thing I was doing wrong and after that I was actually satisfied with the results.
 
Now all these things that happened to me left me wondering what would have happened if I had continued my channel and not given up on it.
 
Or what might have happened if I had started it with a better vision.
 
Yes, I read the books and followed successful people, but what would have happened if I had acted upon what I have learned.    
 
And all these things led me to believe that I was the one who was holding back and it was now the time to let go.
 
Just as I realised all that, the change in me was drastic.
 
” “
 
 
Conclusion.

  • If you have a clear vision, nothing can stop you from achieving your goals. 
  • If you are learning something, then try to imply it, or else it will just go away unused. 
  • Don’t ever give up on something you believe in and one day it will lead you to great things
 
Hello guys, 
 
So this post is written in just two hours and I really hope that you like it. 
 
It might not be as dramatic as the others but at least you all will get the gist of what I wanted to say. 
 
Just want to say that Never give up. 
 
See you next Sunday.


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Short Story

Challenging.

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What does an ideal day look like?
 
Waking up, following the routine or maybe not, and then going to bed.
 
It doesn’t sound so difficult, does it?
 
But it actually isn’t.
 
You may face many challenges, for example waking early, choosing what to wear, having a bad hair day etc.
 
These are not too hard to handle, but there are things which are.
 
Why do we face such difficulties?
 
We know, they help us grow.
 
Let’s read one such story and get a different perspective towards problems……..
 
 
” “
 
It was a Saturday evening, I was getting ready to go to a carnival with some of my friends.
 
While driving, all of us were in a cheerful mood and singing festive songs.
 
The roads around the carnival were full of lights and the night was glooming in all of its glory.
 
The sight was mesmerising as we entered the fair. Amused faces were all around us, children were holding various kinds of balloons.
 
There were so many different kinds of stalls and games, we didn’t know where to start.
 
We were getting pumped up just by the thought of roaming around all night.
 
One of my friends took us to an accessories shop and we all brought matching glasses and bracelets.
 
The fun started right away. We were exploring everything the carnival had to give us.
 
We stopped at booths, games, rides and what not.
 
It was almost midnight now, we were casually wandering, when we heard an announcement.
 
A show was about to start in which two participants were going to compete, or something like that.
 
Just after the announcement, there was a rush of people towards the place of the show.
 
We too thought of joining and moved along.
 
There were confused voices in the crowd, as no one knew what was about to happen.
 
Just then the anchor came up on the stage and welcomed the two participants.
 
One of them was skinny and wearing glasses, and the other was medium weight, with a messy head.
 
They were going to play a game, where they had given an instruction manual, few props and safety kit.
 
From the props they had to build a funny cartoon character, and the instruction manual had a few characters to choose from.
 
It was quite an easy task, everyone thought. The props were socks, buttons, paper, t-shirts etc. making a funny character was no big deal.
 
The enthusiasm was dropping gradually until there came a few people holding one huge white board.
 
Now the mystery was shifting towards the board, there were pens on the desk of the two contestants so it was pretty much clear that they had to draw something.
 
But why the huge board? Two small sized boards could have worked the same.
 
Then the anchor announced that the board will be used by the contestants to draw the cartoons first.
 
After the drawing is completed, the participants will make the toy similar to those drawing.
 
Now this was something challenging and fun. The ecstasy was back within the crowd and everyone including us started cheering.
 
The contestants were to be given fifteen minutes to draw and then almost an hour to make the cartoon.
 
As the time for the drawing began, both the challengers started striking lines on the board.
 
It was allowed to crack jokes and distract the fellow contestant and so the show was turning hilarious.
 
One of them was stealing the pens of his opponent and the other one was absently trying to find the pens until he realised they were being stolen.
 
And the whole crowd was laughing and helping at the same time, which wasn’t exactly helpful, because the people up there didn’t understand a word.
 
They both then started making fun of each other and the laughter grew even more.
 
“I wonder if you could draw worse than that if I take away your glasses.” one of them taunted.
 
“Even then I bet, it would be better than your hair.” the other replied and the laughter and applaud erupted.
 
And the opponents continued to draw and make jokes on one another.
 
“These pens and the lines are thicker than you are.”
 
“Maybe that’s why you can’t hold them well.”
 
“You should make yourself better hair with the strokes.”
 
“Paint your glasses rather than drawing on the board, you can’t do a better job with any of them.”
 
Thus they continued drawing and entertaining the crowd.
 
There were yet other mischiefs during those fifteen minutes, like messing with one another’s drawings, blinding each other and what not.
 
Time flied and soon the fifteen minutes were over. Both the drawings were extremely funny and not so complete.
 
Where there was a missing hand in one drawing, it was a missing leg in another.
 
One had an eye around the ear and the other had a nose for the neck.
 
It was thus a tremendous task to build puppet cartoons from those drawings.
 
Then the anchor invited volunteers from the crowd to add some features to the characters before starting the ‘making session’.
 
And it wasn’t allowed to rub anything out from the board.
 
Now the drawing of both the competitors were ready and tricky.
 
It was going to take more than just efforts to make the live puppets from the drawings they made.
 
Now there was a twist in the rules, the participants will make the cartoons from their opponents drawings.
 
Both of them were shocked as they had tried every single thing to ruin the other’s drawing.
 
And the audience gasped in surprise too, the show has turned even more exciting now.
 
As the stopwatch clicked both the competitors started brainstorming on the ways to make their dolls.
 
It was quite a delight to watch them try so hard to make something good out of just a drawing.
 
For a moment there I kept thinking, only if they hadn’t messed with their opponents drawing and took care of theirs, the further competition could have been much easier.
 
They both were having difficulty making the puppet out of those props.
 
No one was interfering with the other now and the crowd was watching with keen interest as they continued putting their efforts.
 
The anchor was making jokes in between to keep the crowd entertained.
 
Both the opponents were confused but still none of them gave up.
 
The audience was now split in two groups, the supporters of the fellow contestants respectively and were sharing the spirit of enthusiasm by cheering them up.
 
The competition was very tight and engaging.
 
They were gluing and sewing things together, taking care of every tiny detail.
 
It was so intriguing to see the players that I was on the verge of running up on stage for helping or participating with them.
 
The skinny guy was using the instruction manual to its fullest and making the most out of the old methods.
 
While the other guy was using each and every prop where it can be used and giving a creative and different look to its doll.
 
Soon the hour was over and the contestants were ready with their creations.
 
When the toys were shown there were laughs all around the audience but both the contestants had done a great job making the replicas of those drawings.
 
The anchor asked if the people were ready to see the results and find out who won.
 
Everyone shouted yes and he took out a page from his pocket.
 
“Well, here it says that the person who won this competition is…..” he made a dramatic pause. “No one.” and continued.
 
Everyone was stunned, and looked around as if there was a joke coming up.
 
Just then the anchor laughed and said that it was a tie.
 
The audience grew more curious, how come it can be a tie.
 
The anchor then explained that both the contestants had made similar efforts in creating something out of scrap.
 
And they both won, because the competition was all about efforts and not just about victory.
 
There were loud victorious cheers in the crowd and me and my friends looked at each other with the widest smiles.
 
We knew that this night was going to be fun and it was, but it also turned out be a lesson in persistence and achievement.

It was thus a night to remember and carry forward in our minds.

” “

Conclusion

  • There will come hundreds of challenges in life but how you cope with it will make all the difference.
  • The problems we see in other’s lives can be a lesson in ours, look properly.
  • People will always cheer you up, but you will have to work alone in your story of success. 
  • No matter how bad situations turn out, you will always find a way. You just have to be very attentive.
 
So that’s it for today.
 
How are you all doing?
 
I really hope that my words help you in one or the other way.
 
But do know, you can always do what you fix your mind at doing. 
 
See you all next Sunday. 
 
Byeeee!!
 
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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.

nidhiLeave a comment
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…….
 
 
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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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