Monday, September 24, 2012

To me - From me!

Dear me,

Do not fret  for worrying can only hurt you more.
You know where you stand, so I am sure you can manage yourself.
Your current mind state isn't great but I am sure you can cope up well.
You might feel low and dejected and might even feel like a loser but you should know that good times are yet to come.
What if things don't go your way, but you should know that there is always a silver lining behind every dark cloud.
You tried , tried even harder this time, but do things always have to go your way. Luck doesn't favors us every time. Hard work pays at time.
Stop cribbing  and do not lament for all the petty issues in life.
This is just a phase, I am sure  you can over come.
Be strong, think positive and be hopeful.
Today ,you might  feel like a fish floundering on floor but you should know that tomorrow might not be the same .
A better tomorrow awaits you, so why fret?.

Do not FRET for worrying is for losers and we both know that you and me can never be losers for losers are weak hearted. Be strong,focus on your goals. This letter, I write to you from the bottom of my heart just to make you realize that we both can do it and together we can make our lives better.

Forever yours,

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Thursday, July 26, 2012

That Moment!

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction

The 7 am alarm boomed violently as the morning sun peeped in through my window to welcome me to a new day. Finally I woke up as my eyes remained partially opened. I rubbed my eyes as I stood near the window to observe the young morning sky which displayed a wide gamut of colors ranging from Red to Orange. It was then I realized that I failed to bid adieu to the stars and the moons which I loved watching every night. They surely must have been disappointed. My hair was mussed up as I had messed it up.

"Gudiya Bitya!,”  I looked behind to the  sight of a man , strong and tall. It was my dearest Papa, whom I loved more than anyone in this world. He had a broad shoulder and a perfect physique. The one thing which I disliked about my Papa was that he never cared for himself. The rugged look of his face only made him look old although he was a middle aged man. The stubble on his face would remind you of some Bollywood action hero of the 70's era.

"Papa..," I smiled and hugged him. He kissed me on my soft pink cheeks."Common, brush your teeth," He asked me.
"Hurry up," He said as I quickly rushed towards the bathroom. I got myself ready and wore my brand new favourite frock which Papa bought me weeks ago.  He neatly oiled my hair and combed it.