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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • Godsent

    Godsent

    The most life-changing thing that has ever happened at an airport with me was not related to an airport crush, some scandalous beef with a co-passenger, or any other conventional thing that pops up in your mind when you go to the airport.

    I had been at a very strange place in my life at that point in time, forget a job, I was unhappy with the career that I got into, and my love life was as fleeting and flickering, to sum it up, I was just unhappy. As a coping mechanism, when things start to go array, I usually book the first flight home that I can. Not because I need the comfort or the warmth, but because I need an escape, even if it is just temporary. Most things in my life are temporary. That is one topic I want to avoid. Anyway, this time the crisis was being unhappy with literally every aspect of my life here in Bangalore. I needed some of that vanilla cake that my mom baked and the late-night drives with my brothers. These were the only things I had been looking forward to for the past week.

    The cab ride to the airport that day was, very surprisingly, pleasant. Maybe it was the weather, the sunset, or the fact that I was going home, whatever the reason was, it started to feel like things would turn out to be just fine. However, the airport was unusually crowded for a reason I could not fathom. I mean, it was not a long weekend, or even a weekend, no holiday or festival was upcoming, whatever it was, I did not appreciate the long check-in lines and not finding a place to sit for almost 10 minutes. When I finally found one, I was approached by this middle-aged guy with spectacles, who looked like someone I might know. Moments later, when he was close enough for me to see him clearly, he indeed was someone I used to know.

    He recognized me too. “Anvita!” he said, “Where are you headed to?”

    “Home, sir, been a long time since I last visited, I think the homesickness is messing a little with my head,” I replied to my college professor, who was one of the few professors I actually respected.

    “Aah, understandable. How is the corporate world treating you? You know, Anvita, I never took you to be the corporate kind. Do not get me wrong, as much as I appreciate the stable source of a 10-digit income, I always thought you had a calling for art, literature, and all things poetic.”

    It baffled me how he casually just put some salt on my wounds, without having an idea that I could burst into tears when I think about it for too long. I became what I despised the most. I became what I feared the most. I don’t remember the last time I read a book, and that sent a chill down my spine, because how could one lose sight of what they always were, how could one lose themselves? The thoughts that had been deliberately locked away in my mind found their way out. For the past few months, I had been questioning my career, and my choices, but this one-minute interaction with Shamik sir had me questioning myself. He always did that during debate club meetings when he would bring in points of view that would have me questioning all my beliefs. This time it felt like he was a godsend to me. Why else would I reach the airport 2 hours early despite the traffic, why else would the boarding of his flight be delayed, why else would I find a seat at a completely different boarding gate? I was never a believer in signs from the universe or manifestations, but desperate people find faith, so now I took it as one.

    “I still have a calling for that, sir. I think the network is a bit problematic at the moment, but I believe I will find a way to make it work.” I said as casually as I could to not portray the storm that just raged on in my mind. The storm that eventually a year later made me start writing my first book, made me take poetry seriously, and made me read all the books I had been planning to but never found the time to. That day I realized that there is no point in waiting for a miracle, in hoping a story would come to me, or in complaining about everything that has been going wrong. That day, I was sent in the direction of finding myself, and I will forever be grateful for that. 

  • Unspoken love

    Unspoken love

    In the midst of the Covid- 19 pandemic, my 11th-grade year commenced at an esteemed military school in Rajasthan, where students from various corners of India gathered due to their fathers’ postings. It was an extraordinary time, and as I entered my economics class on the first day, my attention was immediately captivated by a new student wearing a mask. His mesmerizing eyes instantly seized my interest. With a reserved demeanor, he often kept to himself.

    Determined to break the ice, I approached him and introduced myself, attempting to lighten the mood with a joke that unfortunately fell flat. The encounter left me feeling rather embarrassed, but undeterred, I resolved to find ways to establish a connection with him. I diligently studied economics to assist him in comprehending the subject. Our initial friendship evolved into a complex dynamic as we began to engage in spirited debates, teetering between camaraderie and conflict. Despite his aloofness, he would seek my counsel on various matters. It was during these conversations that I discovered the restrictive and conservative nature of his parents, who were the primary influencers in his life. He confided in me that he only felt comfortable talking to his dog, and confiding in the moon and stars. I genuinely empathized with him and wanted him to know that I was there for him. Although we often argued, I found solace in the fact that he was opening up and sharing his thoughts, as he had previously been quite lonely.

    One day, he confessed that he couldn’t see a future for us. I understood his reservations and let him go, accepting that our paths may not align in the long run. Nonetheless, as we entered 12th grade, we remained friends despite our frequent quarrels. The whole school was aware of my feelings for him, yet he seemed oblivious, deliberately ignoring me at times.Deep down, I knew the reality of his circumstances. In the depths of my heart, I acknowledged that a future together was unlikely. I mustered the courage to tell him that I didn’t expect him to reciprocate my feelings, but I wanted him to know that I cared for him deeply. I wished for his happiness and hoped that he would one day find clarity in his own aspirations.

    After completing our schooling, we moved on to different colleges. I believed he had forgotten about me, but my love for him endured, and the memories we shared remained vivid in my mind. I often reminisced about our dreams, where we danced together on lonely streets at night, accompanied by the enchanting melody of Ed Sheeran’s song “Perfect.” It was an unrequited love, as he never expressed his feelings towards me. Despite this, I harbored no regrets for loving him. To me, love is a passion that cannot be adequately conveyed with words. It is an understanding of another person’s desires, the willingness to let them go and forge their own path in life. I yearned for him to find someone whom he could passionately love. As for myself, I have shifted my focus to personal growth, embracing my single status even as I enter the second year of college. He will always hold a special place in my heart as my first love.

  • I finally won!

    knock knock! did I hear it right or is it coming again? Why m am I feeling this sudden rush? I hope it is not what I think it is but the sound ain’t stopping. It was time. Time for my anxiety to cram my chest again. I was prepared for the worst. Without any expectations, I opened the door. To my surprise, it wasn’t the usual gush. It was unexpected how my breathing relaxed and it wasn’t the anxiety. I could feel my heart pounding but it wasn’t the usual. I could feel my lips reaching my ears. God! m so happy. But, where was I? Why does everything seem so beautiful? The colors in my eyes never felt so unreal until today. It is so calm here. I wish I could open the door to this world more often. Walking down the path I could hear all the voices insisting on me to be confident. It wasn’t about the deep dark hole anymore. I don’t have to visit that place now, is it? Is my anxiety gone? I want to visit this place more often but I hope it is not a dream. Is there another door out there? My god that’s it! It isn’t a dream. Please don’t come today! Please don’t come today! It’s a very important day for me, please! As I closed my eyes, I heard ” next contestant please”. I did it! I did it! With tears in my eyes, I opened the door of my dreams with a mic in my hand and turned around for the last time hoping I won the battle with my anxiety.  Why am I looking back?  smirked, I realized all I have to do now is look forward. I couldn’t believe how serene I was feeling walking towards the stage. The shadow was finally gone and suddenly I heard “mic testing “.

  • Get up ,success is waiting for you…….

    Get up ,success is waiting for you…….

     Always keep yourself busy, if you have been born in this world, then this world will definitely keep you by binding you, but you will also lose youself , sometimes  you may also cry, but do not panic, wipe those tears away  and move forward. Your dreams will be fulfilled that day, breaking the chain of this faraway world, if we try to improve ourselves today , then  tomorrow will be better . so keep gaining knowledge  from wherever you can and focous on your studies and goals because it is the only thing that will help you achieve your dreams. right now the people might be controlling your mind by realising you are the  looser .but do not liston to them! Get up now and work hard to live the moment when your parents will be proud of us. keep hustling success is waiting for you!!!!!

  • Where the Happiness lies!

    Where the Happiness lies!

    Life has forever been a turbulent voyage, yet its tempests do not extinguish the flame of hope. With this unwavering belief, Mahi continued her sojourn. She traversed the uncharted paths, a solitary traveler in search of happiness. Her hopes, indomitable, refused to shatter. Although life’s misfortunes compounded, she clung to the conviction that brighter days awaited, even as darkness deepened. Ultimately, she discovered the elusive abode of genuine bliss. Let us accompany her on this odyssey, to unearth where true happiness truly resides.

    As the clock struck seven in the morning, the sun’s radiant beams caressed Mahi’s visage. She shifted her position, veiling herself momentarily from its luminous gaze. Shortly after, her alarm chimed, and she pressed the snooze button, realizing that sleep would evade her after such commotion. She recited religious verses, drawing a tranquil breath to release the accumulated frustration triggered by the alarm. Opening her eyes, she beheld her humble abode, with a small but beautiful garden adorning the outside. Illuminated by the morning light, the plants within her room appeared pristine. This sight brought immense joy to Mahi’s heart. Before she could rise from her bed, her mother’s voice echoed from outside, “Will our queen rise on this day?” Her mother had a habit of forcefully knocking on the door, a sound that Mahi detested. With haste, she sprinted to open the door, unwilling to endure the noise. Her mother scolded her upon seeing her disheveled hair, pondering how the day could possibly be good with such untamed locks. Could a pleasant day unfold under such circumstances? But what can one do? Life’s essence lies in living it. Mahi sought tranquility and found solace in the quietest place of her dwelling—the “toilet.” Spending a few moments there, she flushed away the negativity that had burdened her mood.

    Mahi ventured into the kitchen, performing her morning rituals before settling down to savor a cup of tea. As she indulged in her tea, memories of last night’s argument with her brother resurfaced. Anxious that her brother’s day might be ruined, she swiftly penned him sweet messages, wishing to mend their bond. Once ready, she set off for the office, a cherished place where she accomplished the workload of four individuals, compensated by meager remuneration. Nonetheless, she relished the slightest token of appreciation, contented in the knowledge that her skills were recognized. It wasn’t that Mahi was unaware of being exploited; she simply found contentment in witnessing her own growth, and appreciation was the elixir for which she thrived. It did drain her energy, though, especially when burdened with excessive tasks, causing her to yearn for her best friend’s comforting presence. But whenever Mahi called, her friend always seemed preoccupied, a different story altogether. Nevertheless, her best friend would reach out to Mahi during work hours, requesting her assistance, and Mahi, forsaking her own tasks, would diligently fulfill her friend’s needs.

    Upon returning home in the evening, Mahi pursued her passions, be it writing, drawing, or engaging in culinary endeavors within the kitchen. Her entire day revolved around the bustling chores, ensuring everyone’s tasks were accomplished to perfection, and that they, in turn, would acknowledge her efforts with heartfelt appreciation. Mahi lived for these expressions of gratitude. Before retiring for the night, she stood before the mirror, tearfully observing her reflection. In that vulnerable moment, Mahi would offer solace to herself, appreciating her own strength. It is in this act of self-compassion that true

    happiness lies. Friends, irrespective of the number of companions and loved ones we have in our lives, we must always remember that we ought to be our own foremost and unwavering advocates. If we cannot support ourselves, then who shall?

  • The truth

    And his lie made his situation worst…….!So, never lie to your loved ones. Ending her story this way…… grandma forced her grandson Kanishka to sleep because it’s already been 12 o clock of night.

    Kanishka was listening her story in a very concentrated manner and agreed to do so.

    Ping pong.!!….the bus is giving horn son. Fast, you are getting late! Next day…his mom screamed because he is getting late for school. Kanishka packed his tiffin and made his school bag ready. 

    Bye mom! Bye grandma!…..saying this he went to the bus for school. In the bus he saw a new person sitting in front of him. He was new conductor of that bus.

    He came and sat next to him. That man moved his hand forward and what? Kanishka saw a lot of chocolates in his hand. Oh wow! These are all for me uncle?

    Yes! Take these. But promise me one thing you will never talk about this with anyone. I will give you more and make you see the magic world full of chocolates. Kanishka, a first class boy frightened a little bit and remembered all the stories said by his grandmother. But then he thought that even he is a bus conductor of his school bus and took all the chocolates and thanked to him. 

    At 3 pm, he reached home and saw that everyone is panicked and seeing t.v in a concentrated manner. 

    He jumped in tha lap of his grandmother and asked what happened grandma? 

    Grandmother told him that his classmate is missing. What grandma? Missing means? Grandma cleared all his questions and told him that never involve in stranger’s talk. 

    He remembered that bus conductor quickly who gave him all the chocolates. But didnt told about him to his grandmother as he promised that man to keep this secret. 

    Next day! He came from school and again heard that news of missing of classmate. This time he panicked and thought the behaviour of that man. But he wanted to go the magic world as promised by the man. Then he striked the story of his grandmother that said never lie to your loved ones.

     He went to his grandmother and told all the story that had happened previously.

    His grandmother called the police and told them all. 

    Another day…..the news came that the man was the culprit and he was arrested by the police  as he kidnapped two of his classmates by making them greedy through chocolates.

    Kanishka and his mom now feeling proud of him as he didnt only save himself but other students too by saying the truth.

    So, sometimes our grandparents tell the moral of life through their stories. Always listen to them and follow them. 

    Never lie to your loved ones!.

  • The Five Fingers

    The Five Fingers

    Days was going like nothing. Every day I woke up and thought, how to make my self happy. There was nothing happening good nor bad . Just life was going meaning less.  I always thought why I am surviving in my life. Is there anything meaningful in my life. Lots of family problems and issues, I just broking and doing my activities . Time was running and my little kid was growing. 

    One day there was the time when my little child started to going play school.  On the first day I was waiting for my child. There was so many ladies standing like me for there babies. The play school was only for 2 hours and home was not near. So I decided that everyday I will wait till the last bell. Suddenly I show a lady coming near me. As I am not so talkative that’s why I could not started the conversation first.  I was thinking about, is there any ladies like me who can wait for 2 hours like me . When the lady came near me and as common we were talking started. And I came to know that her home is near and there is no sense for waiting 2 hours in outside the school. But there was something happening like friendship in our first meeting. Days after we become a friend and after we meet another lady, she was different from us but something was common, like both there is happening like friendship. As soon as we become a friends, there was another ladies come near us but there was missing that ‘friendship wali feelings’. Some days after I found that there was lots of ladies who was waiting like me.  We three were not enough. Around dozens of friend we made and there was lots of fun and memories we have. Some day after just 5 to 7  friends were remaining with same zeal. But on of theme only 5 left, whose vibes got similar but there was differences also. Many Friends come to near us and gonna busy with there schedule but we few left like the schedule made for us. 

    The five finger are different but together. Like We are different but similar.  Life got meaning and learn a lot from them. I was not only suffering only. Here is many more difficult situations around us. There is lots of stories in us.,. 

    To be continued…. 

  • INSEPARABLE FRIENDS: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

    Once there lived a boy who was very much conservative. It was high time then, for him to leave his comfort zone and move out for his graduation. Having a humble and kind nature he was never used to say no to people for any work. Living in a dilemma of that is it good to say ‘NO’ to people but always end up saying ‘YES’ at the cost of his time and peace. He will always be concerned about other’s happiness. Even his friends always tell him to do something which he never want to do but just because nobody feels bad he always does all the things as and when said even if he didn’t wanted to do. 

    One fine evening he met a girl who was in the same college and was resident of that place only. They became very good friends and they both cared for each other so much that when one of them was in a bad mood the other one gets to know just by looking at them and feeling their emotion. The boy was very much shy and introvert in his initial days but after meeting her she made him learn many things. She is complete extrovert but an overthinker and he is an introvert . She wished that he could see himself through her eyes to see how much he mean to her , how much respect she have for him. YES ! This feeling is mutual. Not only they shared memories and laughter together they also shared tears of sadness and joy. Both of them being so much transparent to each other. They both made each other understand the perspective of the opposite gender. As the time passed, the bond got much more stronger. 

    When one of them was very much sad the other one also felt the same and would stay with each other till everything becomes alright. The boy felt very lucky to have a friend like her who was not only his friend but his teacher , motivator and she used to support him in every good and bad situation. She used to take care of him like a mother. He never told her to stop thinking but always told and proved that he’ll not let her think alone. She also never told him to easily just say no to people instead made him understand it is okay not to be okay with certain things at certain times  and  not everything was worth his time and peace . As promised, they both stayed for each other through all the thick and thin. When there can be friendship in love  why not love in friendship.

    FRIENDSHIP: The love that never expects anything from each other also everything is done before expecting .

  • A Fearfull Loss

    Once upon a time in a small village nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a man named Thomas. He was known for his strong physique, unwavering courage, and unyielding determination. His closest companion and confidant were his beloved, Emily, whose laughter and gentle touch brought immeasurable joy and support to his world.

    But one fateful day, tragedy struck. Emily fell gravely ill, her vibrant spirit fading with each passing day. Thomas stood by her side, his heart heavy with worry and anguish. He sought the best medical care, consulted renowned specialists, and prayed fervently for a miracle to save his beloved wife.

    Despite his unwavering efforts, fate had its plans. Emily’s condition deteriorated, and on a mist-laden morning, she peacefully passed away, leaving Thomas heartbroken and adrift in a sea of sorrow.

    Grief engulfed William like a suffocating fog. His once-bustling home now felt empty and silent, the laughter and warmth extinguished. Every corner whispered memories of Emily, leaving him shattered and lost. The days blurred together as he tried to make sense of a world that no longer held the same meaning without her.

    One night, unable to bear the loss of his wife any longer and he found solace in a small journal that Emily had given him on their anniversary. It was a collection of her thoughts, dreams, and cherished moments they had shared. In its pages, he found the essence of their love, their hopes, and the dreams they had built together. Thomas decided to finally confront his loss head-on. With a resolute heart, he embarked on a journey to embrace his wife’s memories and accept the truth.

    He traveled far and wide, seeking the beauty of nature that resembles his wife to accept his loss. Through his travels, Thomas encountered a wise old sage who lived on the top of a mountain. The sage, named Alis, had spent a lifetime studying the human mind and the complexities of fear. Thomas spent days with him and finally understood the value of acceptance. The sage asked him to let solace go to accept the fact.

    With a heavy heart but newfound determination, Thomas sought solace in the beauty of nature that had always enchanted them both. He strolled along the shore, letting the rhythmic sound of crashing waves wash away his sorrow. He found comfort in the gentle embrace of the wind as if it carried Emily’s whispers of encouragement.

    In time, Thomas’s pain transformed into a bittersweet acceptance. He began to cherish the memories he had shared with Emily, and his grief no longer overshadowed the love they had experienced. He understood that their bond transcended the realm of the physical, and though he missed her deeply, their connection remained unbreakable.

    Thomas then immersed himself in projects that reflected Emily’s passions, bringing her spirit to life through the art she loved. He painted vibrant landscapes, capturing the essence of the natural world they had both adored. He also established a scholarship in her name, supporting young artists to pursue their dreams—a testament to their shared belief in the transformative power of creativity.

    Through his art and philanthropy, Thomas discovered a new purpose—a way to keep Emily’s memory alive and honor the love they had shared. The pain of his loss would always be present, but he refused to let it consume him. Instead, he channeled his grief into creating a legacy of love and inspiration. Thomas carried Emily’s love within him, embracing life’s joys and challenges, knowing that she would forever be by his side, guiding him on his path.

  • “Rising Above Grief: The Inspiring Journey of a Strong Mother”

    “Rising Above Grief: The Inspiring Journey of a Strong Mother”

    Once upon a time, in a quiet suburban neighborhood, lived a remarkable woman named Sarah”Rising Above Grief: The Inspiring Journey of a Strong Mother”. She was a loving wife and a devoted mother to two beautiful children, Alex and Emily. Life had always been filled with joy and laughter for their family, until an unexpected tragedy struck.

    One sunny afternoon, Sarah’s husband, Mark, was involved in a fatal accident. The news shattered their world, leaving behind a void that seemed impossible to fill. Sarah was consumed by grief, but in the depths of her sorrow, she found an inner strength that she never knew existed.

    With her heart heavy and tears streaming down her face, Sarah made a vow to herself and her children. She promised to be the pillar of strength they needed, to carry on with grace and resilience despite the overwhelming pain.

    In the days that followed, Sarah faced countless challenges. She had to juggle her own grief while providing emotional support for her children. The weight of responsibilities fell solely on her shoulders, from managing household affairs to being there for every milestone and tearful moment.

    As Sarah navigated through the darkness, she discovered that her strength came from the love she shared with her late husband. Mark’s memory became a guiding light, fueling her determination to create a life filled with love, happiness, and purpose for their children.

    Sarah established a daily routine that provided stability and a sense of normalcy for Alex and Emily. She woke up early, ensuring they were ready for school with packed lunches and smiling faces. She embraced their victories and dried their tears, always reminding them of their father’s love that still surrounded them.

    Despite her own pain, Sarah sought support from friends and family. She leaned on their shoulders, allowing them to provide comfort and lend a helping hand. In return, she extended her hand to others who were experiencing similar loss, sharing her story and offering a listening ear.

    Sarah’s resilience became an inspiration to those around her. Friends, neighbors, and even strangers marveled at her strength, but Sarah knew it was the love for her family that fueled her spirit. She showed her children that strength comes not from avoiding pain but from confronting it head-on, embracing the memories and cherishing the love that remains.

    As time passed, Sarah’s wounds began to heal, leaving behind scars that bore testament to her resilience. She honored her late husband’s memory by living a life that embraced joy, love, and compassion. She taught her children the importance of cherishing every moment and valuing the relationships they held dear.

    Sarah’s strength became a legacy, passed down to future generations as a reminder that even in the face of unimaginable loss, the human spirit can rise above the darkness. She proved that within every mother lies a fierce warrior, capable of navigating through the toughest storms and emerging stronger than ever.

    And so, Sarah’s story serves as a beacon of hope and inspiration for all those who have faced loss. Her unwavering strength reminds us that love has the power to heal, and that even in the face of heartbreak, a mother’s love can be the guiding force that lights the path to a brighter tomorrow.