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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • JUST DON’T QUIT

    JUST DON’T QUIT

    I was cuddling up in my blanket on a brisk winter morning. Not at all like every single other day, that day I got up before as I was exceptionally energized. It was my birthday, so I was happy. Like each and every other youngster, I also had made numerous arrangements concerning:

    • What will I do?

    • Which outfit I will wear?

    • Which chocolate to purchase for friends?

    • What to give someone in return a gift when they wish me?

    Furthermore, the rundown goes on. However, I was completely unaware of the Strom that was approaching me to dampen my enthusiasm for my birthday as I planned all of those things. Sadly, that was also my last birthday celebration. Consequently, as previously stated, I arose earlier in anticipation of my birthday. Kids are happiest on their birthdays because it is the only day of the year when they can get everything they want from their friends and family.

    I turned 10 today. I woke up early, put on a lovely purple dress, and got ready to meet my friends and go to school. I attended school. Every single person who was present in the classroom when I entered wished me a happy birthday. I got so wrecked by seeing all that. All that works then, at that point, went well indeed.

    We celebrated my birthday and afterward, the ringer rings and it was the time for a mid-day break. My classmates and I rushed straight to the canteen. It was time for me to give my friends my birthday party. As we were eating and talking about my plans for the evening, I suddenly felt as if my heart started to cry. I simply have no idea what was going on with me. There was a colossal grin all over, yet my eyes were having tears in them. My heart began to become heavy. The only sound coming from the corridor was my footsteps as I ran straight toward it. To get my handkerchief, I dashed as quickly as I could toward my classroom.

    When I got there, I saw a girl sitting alone under the bench in the classroom away from the rest of the world. I went there to find out who the girl was. What’s more, I saw my dearest companion who was my friend since I was conceived, and I saw her crying under the seat. I had no idea what was going on inside her head or what was causing her stress from the inside out. I was so worried because I had never seen her in that way before. I didn’t have any idea what I ought to do by then. I, therefore, approached her and instructed her to stand under the bench. I inquired, “What took place?” She began to weep even more strongly but did not respond. She didn’t even have the sense to say a word. I tried to comfort her, but I didn’t know that Strom was only a mile away. She abruptly took my hand and squeezed it harder as I tried to calm her down. “I’m missing your mom,” she said.

    I was more attached to her mother than she was to mine, so hearing that from her side was a little odd. She had no intention of explaining anything. I was so much closer to her family than to hers. It was sounding curious to me. But I said, “OK, it’s fine,” just to calm her down. You meet her when she comes to pick me up from school. Simple…. So, please stop crying and let’s go to the canteen.

    We were alone in the space around us. I was pausing my breathing just to hear something from the opposite side, yet nothing remained to be heard from her side. She finally responded, “No, I was not missing her… I was missing your real mother,” after a long silence.

    “What are you discussing?” I addressed.

    “Yes, you heard me right…. I was feeling the loss of your genuine mother. She passed away when you were only two days old, so you have no idea what happened. I also know very little about her, though I do recall some memories I shared with her. When I inquired about it, my mother elaborated on the events and explained why she passed away. She said so.

    At the time, I was so surprised. I was having no idea of what was occurring around me. That obscure tempest I have discussed first and foremost had hit me so gravely and left me of nowhere.

    My life completely changed overnight. There was pretty much nothing left equivalent to what it was a second prior. At the same time, I lost a part of myself. I kept saying that this couldn’t be true, that it wouldn’t happen, that it was just a bad dream, or that I was dreaming right now.

    “TELL ME YOU WERE LYING. TELL ME IT’S NOT TRUE.”, I shouted. Tears started rolling down my neck. I had felt so senseless. I had looked towards her with a puppy face and was waiting to hear some good from her side. I started questioning her with everything which was moving around my head.

    ➢ How did you know all of this?

    ➢ Then who is my real mom?

    ➢ Who’s the one whom I’m calling my mom for last ten years?

    ➢ How had all that happened?

    ➢ Why my family kept it a secret from me? etc.……

    She had responded to each and every one of my inquiries. The bell rang as she was answering all of my questions. We were both crying when everyone returned to the classroom. They all were attempting to stop the two of us, even the educators also. Teachers had inquired about the situation with a few of our friends, but no one knew. I recall today well overall. I had a very hard time comprehending that situation as a child. The only question that was causing me the most trouble was whether or not my family had kept such significant information from me. That day is still vividly etched in my mind. As a youngster, it was so challenging for me to figure out that. The only thing that was bothering me was my family’s decision to keep everything from me. At the point when I returned home, I had a go at getting some information about it. They basically overlooked my inquiry as though I have posed to them anything. I tried asking my father about it once more a few weeks later.

    “You are extremely fortunate, similar to Lord Krishna. He also had two mothers, as you know: one with whom he was born and the other with whom he was raised.

    He responded with irony. In the wake of paying attention to that response, I’ve concluded that I will track down everything about my mother on my own at this point. At the point when you had a go at finding everything about her, I got to realize that a significant number of individuals in our general public actually acclaim her to such an extent. Nonetheless, a lot of them miss her.

    I was told by an elderly uncle in our neighborhood, “You exactly look like your mother.” Everything about you, including your speech, smile, hair, and eyes, resembles her. Every single person who knew her adored her. At the point when she got pregnant, numerous family issues happened, however she didn’t empty. How a little youngster joins the speck to make a lovely picture similarly and with the same guiltlessness she held everybody together. She never gives up, no matter how hard the situation is. She always finds a solution with a smile on her face.

    After a long respite he added, “After when she brought forth you, she quickly got conceded due to the remissness of the specialist, a few veins of her got cut. The operation was carried out right away. Like the manner in which you didn’t have the opportunity to see her similarly, she additionally didn’t have opportunity and willpower to see you.”

    “I know, my Kid what’s happening inside your psyche yet dear, she didn’t bite the dust as a result of you. It was not at all your issue. You cannot alter the fact that it was her destiny. You excessively should major areas of strength for be her. ” he added.

    I inquired, “But why dad gave someone else her place?” after listening to him.

    “That another person is, in all honesty, your mom’s genuine sister. Additionally, your father did not assign anyone else to her position. They tied the knot just for you. he replied. Why, then? They weren’t told to do so by me. Also, why they all are concealing this from me?” I addressed.

    “All they want is to see you happy,” Why do you view everything negatively? You grumbled that your dad had concealed this from you, however, have you ever felt that if he could have informed you about this, he would have lost that lovely grin all over.” He said so.

    He continued, “Have you ever thought why a Young lady, who is the real sister of my mother, agreed to marry your father?” a moment later. I’ll tell you. She did that since she cherishes you to such an extent. Your family didn’t want you to know this because they were afraid they might ruin your childhood by telling you. I had a new perspective on the situation as a whole after having that conversation with that elderly uncle.

    Even as I write this, I can’t stop laughing when I think back to my 10th birthday in school and how, after the lunch break, everyone tried to stop my best friend and me from crying so hard that it took them three lectures to stop us. None of the teachers could take classes that day because they were all working to calm us down.

    As a result, both of my mother’s lessons taught me that that every problem has a solution. So, keep your cool and don’t give up.

  • Finding Myself

    Finding Myself

    We all are what the world, our family and the people around us make of us yet life always presents a turning page to this story of ours where we have two choices either we can be what we have always been or discover ourselves in an all new light. It’s like a new you a new world a new dimension.

    Everyone comes across this in their own unique way for some it’s through love for some through an opportunity. My reality too wasn’t far and came in knocking on my doors with no prior warning but in my case it was a tragedy, a weird and twisted sort of a blessing in disguise that no one had thought of. 

    The innocent Bengali girl who had lived her entire life in the sheltered atmosphere of her father and then husband, who was always taught that this is how it has always been and it will always be.  Marriage had to come at the top spot in a women’s ambition. 

    It was around the year 2014, my husband came in earlier from office then usual with a grim expression on his face something was amiss. I quickly silenced the kids and asked them to go play in the garden for sometime. I knew that there had been some tension in his workplace for quite some time yet today felt different. I walked into the room with a glass of water and asked what happened. He told in a dejected manner that his company has been having lay offs and this time it was him.  I took sometime to gulp down the hard fact. We had two kids to raise, living in NCR on single income and now this big blow, how will we be able to pay the installment of the home loan. What was to become of us, what would we do….

    A thousand questions clouded my mind………………

    Some time later when we had absorbed the shock of all this, we considered our options. It was decided that my husband would hunt for a new job while to support the family I too should start working, but what would i do with the kids so young, Teaching one of the biggest female employments of the country sounded right. The conditions were just appropriate.  

    All our savings were invested in my teachers training as I had only done my masters in science and never dared to opt for a profession and had got busy in marriage and domesticity.  When I started off I had my own set of doubts too will i or will i not be able to do this.

    Nevertheless I started training our routines started to change bit by bit every day, my kids were taught to be more independent day by day.

    4 years later………….

    Time flied as if it was just yesterday, I completed my training and got a job and started contributing to the household. My husband too found another job, my children grew up my elder one who was in 4th is now in 8th and is involved in a plethora of extracurricular activities my baby the younger one who was just in class1st is now in 5th and is a school prefect. All is well now except that I have changed, the journey, the exams, the studies, the colleagues changed and made me think in ways that I never thought  I could.

    I had seen how a woman’s life was to be dictated by the society, throughout yet there are so many who break the glass ceiling every day for themselves, their families, their parents and kids.

    I had learnt to appreciate that there was nothing wrong with living life on one’s own terms.

    I had started seeing the greys, the dark side of the relations that surround us, the decisions are elders forced on us deeming right.

    How it was taught that  apex selflessness defines and is the skin of women at it’s core. I realized on stepping out of the shade of the men in my life that we are all complete individuals and had the whole right to choose and decide for ourselves , how it is completely appropriate for women to prioritize themselves if it improves their well being and empowers them to take good and better care of them and their loved ones.

    Most importantly I had learnt  to let the wings grow, a lot of people lose themselves on this defined track of life by the society. We all are unique in our own ways yet get lost in mediocrity by the environment that dictates us what to do. At the end happiness is all that matters.

    Written by

    An Indian woman, A mother, A daughter, A wife, A human

    Song Recommendation to go with this read

    1. Daayre from Dilwale

    2. Kahaani from laal singh chadda

    3. Aashayein from Iqbal

    4. Abhi mujhme kahin from Agneepath

  • Power of Love and Dreams

    “As I reached the upper steps of the staircase, I was petrified beyond imagination. As I took a few more steps towards the door, I said meekly, “Ilma? Are you alright, pari?” before opening the door with a creaking sound. And then, I saw her sitting on the bed, facing the window. A faint ray of sunlight was falling on her and it filled the whole room with a touch of calmness even though my mind was rushing with thoughts. Thoughts that mingled with each other, making me feel like a very powerful yet a very powerless person. I was still scared, scared of facing her, scared of looking into her eyes that are an expression of her thoughts. I suddenly felt very weak, difficult to even take a step further.

    After standing in the same position, trying to get back the strength, the unexpected happened. She turned her face. The face that once had the glow of the sun with the blossom of a cherry, eyes that told a new story of happiness and joy every day, had turned dull like an autumn tree. A tree that tries to look self-fulfilling even when it is incomplete. She called me saying, ” I was waiting for you, I knew you would come”. This made my heart sink. What if I had not listened to my wife and visited her. Maybe I would have shattered her last expectations too. Maybe I would have given another chance for the world to call me a selfish brother, a brother who couldn’t stand by her younger sister when she was going through the most painful days of her life. Maybe it would have been difficult to live with the heavy weight of that guilt.

    But I was happy that she still had expectations from me, even when I had been the worst brother, a brother who left her just because she followed her heart. Even when she had the courage to leave the house at such a young age, just to follow her dreams, to stand up to her expectations, I had failed her. The brother she loved and trusted more than anyone had left her alone.

    These thoughts kept me occupied as I moved towards her, taking each step carefully and nervously and sat down beside her. She tightly hugged me and all of a sudden, all my thoughts vanished in the air. Suddenly, the heart felt lighter and the mind felt very calm. It was like someone had thrown a huge bucket of cold water, washing away my guilt, sadness, and anxiety, all at once.

    It made me realize how she must have felt when she had sold her first painting, when she had organized her first exhibition, when she had opened her art gallery, when she had received all her awards. Like the guilt of leaving all she had and following her dreams, had finally been lifted. Finally, she was able to prove that her struggles were worth it all.

    But I knew that now she needed me, even when she had everything, she needed someone to take care, to make her the perfect cup of coffee like I used to, to get her favorite ice cream like the olden days, to give her all the love and care she had been away from since so many years and help her get back her health. It was a happy moment and a tear of happiness just trickled down my eyes and I immediately knew, there is nothing greater than the power of love and the courage of following your dreams. Everyone has the power to dream but only a few have the courage to get up and work to make those dreams come true.

  • Inward Storms: Navigating the Tides of Change

    Inward Storms: Navigating the Tides of Change

    In a small town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young girl named Lily. She had always been a dreamer, her head filled with colorful visions of a world beyond her own. But as she grew older, those dreams seemed to fade, crushed under the weight of responsibilities and expectations.

    Lily’s parents, hardworking farmers, wanted her to follow in their footsteps. They believed that the land was all she needed to find contentment. But Lily’s heart yearned for something more, something that would ignite her spirit and set her soul on fire.

    One summer day, as the sun cast a golden glow over the fields, Lily stumbled upon an old, dusty bookstore. Its shelves were filled with books of all genres, their pages whispering untold stories. Curiosity sparked within her, and she stepped inside, breathing in the intoxicating scent of knowledge.

    The wise old bookstore owner, Mr. Wilson, saw the longing in Lily’s eyes and shared tales of brave adventurers, artists, and thinkers. Lily devoured each word, her dreams reigniting with a newfound fervor. Inspired, she began to write her own stories, pouring her heart and soul onto the pages.

    Word of Lily’s talent spread throughout the town, and soon she was invited to read her stories aloud at the local café. As she stood before a crowd of eager listeners, she felt a surge of confidence she had never known. Her words danced in the air, touching hearts and inspiring others to chase their own dreams.

    Lily’s parents watched with tear-filled eyes, finally understanding their daughter’s true calling. They embraced her, whispering words of pride and support. Lily had blossomed into a woman unafraid to pursue her passions, unyielding in her pursuit of a life filled with purpose and creativity.

    With each passing day, Lily’s stories touched more lives, transcending the confines of her small town. She had come of age, not only discovering her own voice but also igniting a spark of inspiration in others.

    In the end, it wasn’t just Lily who had blossomed, but an entire community, each person realizing the importance of nurturing their dreams. And from that day forward, the small town, once steeped in tradition, became a haven for dreamers, where coming of age meant embracing the boundless possibilities that lie within.

  • You never know

    You never know

    I don’t want to do this job. I should be at college and studying during the evenings my parents are telling me to take care of the shop and work here. They are getting old and this shop is what is getting me through college but I need to study so that I impress my professor this time.

    “Mona, you won’t regret working here, sweetie.” Ma stroked my hair. I had missed her. She had white hair mixed with the black I was used to seeing as a kid. She had worked long and hard at this shop. It was a normal antique shop but Ma and Papa had made sure that nothing got ruined. They used to sell a lot of stuff fortunately. You won’t believe how much rich people like to buy antiques. But this job wasn’t for me. I wanted to work as a researcher. I had given up on parties, making friends, going out, and many other things people my age normally do because I had to study. 

    “Try once pleaseee? We won’t force if you don’t like it.” Papa said. I looked at him, He knew I couldn’t refuse after he had said please. I huffed and mumbled a yes. Ma kissed my cheek and got up, “You will love it here.” I snickered at that. 

    “Trust us, Mona.” Papa said, “You never know.”

    It wasn’t a difficult job. I had to tell how much something cost and then it was up to the customer if they wanted to buy it or not.  I have to stand here aaalllll day waiting. That’s all. Sigh. This is boring. Might as well clean the shop to get some movement. I grab my gloves and make my way towards the dustiest part of the shop. The stuff her is very old. But it’s has some very pretty things. I see a peacock feather out of the corner of my eye. It’s a cute little pen with a peacock feather attached as a decoration. Very dusty too. I clean it first and then, start sorting out the rest of the things. A music box, then an umbrella which is painted rainbow, a watch, I find all sorts of things here. The bottom rows done, I make my way to the upper ones. I thought the stuff below was old and dusty? The old antiques were quite literally rotting here. There is a half chewed wooden box at the corner, a broken glass bottle with a miniature ship inside it besides it, and lastly, a very dusty and damaged bronze pocket watch. I see other things too but they are ruined beyond repair. I take these down and start cleaning them. I guess I will have to throw the box and the bottle because they can’t really be repaired either. The only thing that strikes my fancy a bit too much is the bronze pocket watch. It’s string is still intact, the glass is broken but can be fixed, and cells need to be put in it – if it even works using them. It’s evident that it’s very old too but might work. It’s a weird watch though. It has the usual digits written but has hours and days marked above them. I guess this will measure the days too? We will see when it will get fixed. I look at the clock in the shop. It’s 7 in the night?! I didn’t notice the time. Huh. Time to close the shop. I throw away all the stuff on the upper row save the watch and then, leave for home after closing the shop. 

    “Can I take this watch if it gets fixed, Pa?” I look at my pa after dinner. 

    “Uhh sure? Why are you asking me?” 

    “Because it was in the shop. In the dusty upper row at the far back.”

    “Meh. You can take it. That row was unused anyway.” Pa went back to reading his newspaper. Who even reads them at night? I smile to myself and go to my room to sleep. I will have to get this fixed tomorrow. 

    I have been looted. 600 rupees for an old watch?! It’s not even made out of gold but bronze. Why did I decide to do this again? Why did I have to say yes to 600 rupees ugh?! I look down at the watch. The glass fixed and it was….working? The watch fixing guy told me it was fixed. I don’t see the needles moving though. He had fooled me. I had been looted and fooled both. This was not a good day. I feel a headache coming. I look at the side of the watch and see two knobs that are used to fix the needles. Maybe I should try fixing this myself. I take hold of the first knob and rotate it. Nothing. Sigh. I, then, try it with the second one. It’s tight. Very tight. I use all my strength on it. It doesn’t open. My money is wasted. I sigh and trod back home. 

    “I can’t rotate this either, beta.” Papa looks at me pitiably. Ma also tried but to no avail. I am going to scold that watch guy tomorrow. He will regret meeting me. I am thinking this when Ma brings me and Pa some lemonade. She hands it to me with a smile. “It will be okay.” She tries to console me. “It will not be okay for the watch guy, Ma.” Both my parents start laughing. A mistake because Pa spills his lemonade on the watch. “Oh no! Sorry. Here, hold it, Mona.” He hands it over to me. The watch is fine. I tell him it’s okay. I look at the second knob. It looks…different. Wait, lemon reacts with bronze. Could it be…..? I try rotating it and lo! 

    “Ma! Pa! Look!” I show them the watch enthusiastically. But what I see….how is it possible? Ma and Pa are not moving. Am I dreaming? No! “Ma! Pa!” I try to shake them. They don’t move. They don’t even bat any eyelid. I look out of the window. A bird has stopped flying in midair. How is this possible?! NO?! I look down at the watch and see that the minute watch has now moved and shows….half an hour? I try to rotate the second knob but nothing happens. I move the first one. “What’s wrong, Mona?” I look up. My parents are looking at my worriedly. “Nothing. Just saw a bug.” I make an excuse and rush to my room. I wasn’t able to sleep because I kept thinking about the watch. What had just happened?

    I can’t concentrate. My professor is teaching but I can’t focus. The watch is in my pocket. I still refuse to believe that happened yesterday. 

    “-ona! Mona, are you listening?!” 

    I jolt out of my trance. My professor looks disappointed. Oh no. 

    “Okay, now that she’s awake.” The Professor looks ahead. Everyone laughs. “You guys have two days to finish this assignment and remember this is very important for your grade” he looks over to me, “and any other opportunity you might want.” 

    Just two days! I can’t finish it on time. I have used up both days already but this is nowhere near complete I have to submit this tomorrow morning. I groan. What was the professor thinking? No one can do it in two days properly. I am going to fail. I am at the verge of tears when something catches my eye. Something is gleaming in my bag. I fish it out. It’s the watch. I pause. Can I……should I use this? Will it work? I am at odds. I am scared. Should I risk it? I am still wondering but unconsciously, switch the second knob. Silence. I go downstairs. My Ma has stopped peeling the potatoes. Pa has stopped flipping the paper.  I rush upstairs. I am trembling because of fear but I grab my pen and start writing. I shouldn’t waste this opportunity. 

    “I can’t believe this paper has been written in just two days, Mona. I am deeply impressed. You have earned your right to be present in the conference.” My professor beamed at me. I burst into tears. This watch had gotten me the chance I had been working so hard for so long. I can’t believe my good fortune. This was a gift. A gift I was gonna use well. From that day onward, I used that watch every chance I could. I used to prepare for the conference. I used it to prepare for my tests. I sometimes used to get ready or other minor tasks as well. It became a habit. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to control it. 

    “Are those white hair, Mona?” My mum pointed out one day. 

    “Huh?” I looked at the mirror in the bathroom. I had a lot of white hair. How come I hadn’t noticed this before? Never mind. 

    “It’s okay, ma. Happens to everyone.”

    “But that many? You have also gained a lot of weight suddenly. And….these are wrinkles. Honey, are you okay? You are working too hard and not taking care of yourself.” Ma looked very worried. 

    “I-It’s okay. I will take care. Don’t worry.” i rushed to the bathroom. Ma was right. The hair and the weight were one thing but what of the wrinkles. These were not normal ones. These were like the ones…..Ma and Pa had.

    …..How? 

    I shook my head. This was surely my imagination. I can’t be growing old. Surely not. I looked at the watch in my hand. Had I noticed the day and year label before? Funny that I hadn’t. It had never bothered me before. It was pointing towards……10 years. I threw it away. I couldn’t breathe for a second. What did 10 years mean? It couldn’t be. No no no no NO! I….I had aged 10 years older than I was before?! I remembered something I had heard – ‘Time is a funny concept. You can try to escape, maybe succeed in hiding too. But It will seek you and it will find you out’. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I started rambling through my shelves. I found it. I found a hammer. The next moments were a flash. I took the hammer and I smashed the clock. I kept smashing it until nothing was left but only bits of that beautiful, gleaming bronze. I was heaving. Ma and Pa barged into my room. 

    “Mona! Are you okay?!”

    “What happened here?!”

    “You wouldn’t believe it Ma, Pa.” I looked at them in a daze. 

    “We will trust anything you have to say, sweetie.” They sat beside me. “You can tell us anything and we will believe you.”

    “You never know, Ma. You never know.” I smiled at them.

     

  • Lesson of the Unseen 

    Luke had a hard time coming out of his room with his one side of face burnt from an accident. He always face comments and people calling him “ugly” or “poor thing”. He was never kissed by his month or the burn side of his face which made him believe that he don’t deserve the life he was living. He stopped going to school and made the four walls of his room his entire world. He stared at the roof all night until the sleep felt pity over him and covered him in its dark peace. One day, he felt frustrated and suffocating to sit in his room and decided to go for a walk. While walking he came came accross a house with a beautiful garden in front. There seemed no one living in the house se he climbed up the wall and landed in the garden. As he stepped forward a voice came from inside the house. He didn’t realised there was someone living in the house. He decided to go back to his house but as he turned around to go back the heavy voice told him to stay. The voice was of an old man who stood at the window. He told Luke that it is ok for him to visit the garden and that many children often visit the garden without permission. Luke started shivering and felt uncomfortable and just wanted to return but the old man told him that he can stay there for as long as he want. Luke told him that his face might scare the old man. The old man laughed and said he had a time leg which was even more terrifying. They started conversation. Luke in every way possible tried to convince the old man that world was cruel and nobody will ever love him. The old man said that it was not his responsibility to make others love him but it was his responsibility to love himself. The old man told him that he only Target and see the cruel and bad things happening ignoring the good in them. When asked about what he see in the garden he was standing Luke told the man he notice many bushes. The old man smiled and said that he ignored the flowers and fruits the garden holds and only focused on bushes. Luke asked why man didn’t had any curtains or any coverings on the windows, the man replied that he didn’t liked to shut things down. He love listening to wind and welcoming the sunlight and the rain. After having a conversation Like was convinced to have a positive outlook towards life and to be who he wants to be because he was physically healthy unlike the old man with a leg of tin. The old man said he was going to pluck some apples and if Luke could help him but Luke said he must inform his mother about this. The old man said he might never return to help him but Luke promised to return. When Luke reached home he told his mother about the man and how his point of view was changed by the man’s thoughts. Luke’s mother told him that there was no one in that house and that he was just imaging. Luke disagreed with his mother and ran from home to help the man. When he reached there he called the man and looked for him everywhere but no one was there. While searching, Luke took a peek inside from the window and saw the picture of that man hanging on the wall and below it was the date mentioned of his death. There was a quote written below the picture and date the quote stated, “I will always be here for those who need light in a world full of darkness”. Luke decided to be like that man and have a positive outlook towards life and to become a reason for his existence instead of finding a reason to not exist. 

  • The Drenched Despair without Mercy 

    It all started with a couple of sleepless nights, after getting back from college it was raining, the clock ticked 7’o down. The weekend had been a whirlwind and I was drained; however, I couldn’t fall asleep. The entire place was empty, all covered with sounds of whiff that could whisper to my solitude. With time the city slept miraculously and that exacerbated anxiety through my veins, there would be a hellish price to pay in the morning, what’s wrong with me?

    I remained reclined, this is now usual two nights in a row – anxiety that came out unwanted and left me nocturnal.The next day appeared with burned eyelids and fatigue, my incomplete assignment seized my attention and I casually unseen that, I was vulnerable. I googled what if someone just stop sleeping forever, and manifested the realm, scared myself to death with descriptions of hallucinations and dementia.

    I hate monsoon, and those who fantasies it. A cottony blue sky of hope turned black, extinguished, darkness encroached, skeletal lines of the concrete buildings infused me with a sense of doom. Depression – the grisly invader that slowly turning me into a vicious culprit.

    I opened Spotify and played Ludwig Beethoven, hoping the symphony could save me, but you could tell it was a worst move, it shook me a cruel reminder that it wasn’t the sunlit cozy winter it all remained drenched.

    I sat there a little too long with a cup of coffee, the radio was too fuzzy, just like my thoughts resisting upon each other. Every sip of made me edgy, dizzy more guilt ridden, I dropped a message to my psychiatrist, probably my last option. The minutes crawled by like slush.

    I opened Pinterest, maybe some low-key motivation might work? while scrolling I glanced at a poem line, “To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering” by Friedrich Nietzsche.

    The next morning my psychiatrist told me it was depression, that was visible clearly on my face right away. Further, it was time for more tablets to come up on my way; My twenties are a subliminal part of me that keep struggling within me was circumstantial.

    After a long stretch I wake up next to the alarm, and the radiant light coming out of the slightly lopsided white curtains, felt like a wave of relief it was January. I felt back to myself, depression in the rearview again but I stride through my journey now taking each movement vivaciously.

    I plugged out my earphones and entered the classroom with a smile. 

  • The Intellectual Legacy of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan: A Journey of Wisdom and Inspiration

    The Intellectual Legacy of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan: A Journey of Wisdom and Inspiration

    In the vast tapestry of Indian history, one figure stands out as an embodiment of wisdom and intellectual prowess. Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, a luminary philosopher, statesman, and the second President of India, left an indelible mark on the world through his insatiable thirst for knowledge and his profound contributions to academia. Born in 1888 in a small village in Andhra Pradesh, Dr. Radhakrishnan displayed an extraordinary aptitude for learning from an early age. He excelled as a student, impressing his peers and teachers with his brilliance. His love for education propelled him to pursue higher studies at Madras Christian College and the University of Calcutta. 

    Dr. Radhakrishnan’s academic journey took an unprecedented turn when he delved into philosophy. Immersed in the teachings of ancient Indian philosophers, he drew inspiration from luminaries like Swami Vivekananda and Ramakrishna Paramahamsa. His quest for knowledge led him to explore the philosophical traditions of the East and West, forging a unique perspective that would shape his future contributions and bridge Eastern and Western philosophies.

    His scholarly endeavors garnered recognition both in India and abroad. In 1926, Dr. Radhakrishnan delivered a series of lectures at the University of Oxford, elucidating the rich philosophical heritage of India. These lectures, which showcased his ability to bridge diverse philosophical traditions, were later published as “The Hindu View of Life.” Dr. Radhakrishnan’s intellectual prowess extended beyond academia. He actively participated in India’s struggle for independence, using his influence to rally support for the cause. His eloquence and depth of knowledge made him an indispensable figure in shaping public opinion, advocating for a free and united India.

    Post-independence, Dr. Radhakrishnan held key positions in academia and politics. As Vice-Chancellor of Andhra University and later as Ambassador to the Soviet Union, he promoted India’s cultural heritage, fostered international relations, and championed education. His efforts focused on the harmonious coexistence of different cultures and religions, embodying the transformative potential of a visionary scholar. In 1962, Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan became the President of India, adorning the position with grace and wisdom. Throughout his tenure, he continued his advocacy for education and the bridging of diverse communities. His visionary approach and dedication to harmonious coexistence earned him widespread respect and admiration. Even after his presidency, Dr. Radhakrishnan continued to inspire through his writings and lectures. His profound contributions to philosophy and education were recognized with numerous accolades, including the Bharat Ratna, India’s highest civilian award.

    Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan’s legacy lives on as a guiding light for intellectual pursuits and a symbol of the power of knowledge. His lifelong commitment to learning, ability to synthesize philosophies, and tireless efforts to promote education continue to inspire generations. His profound impact on academia and society serves as a testament to the transformative potential of a visionary scholar, making his story resonate with those seeking wisdom and inspiration.

    Learn more about the extraordinary journey of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan Here

  • Roots of love 

    Roots of love 

    Once upon a time, nestled in a cozy neighborhood, lived the Thompson family. They were known far and wide for their unbreakable bond and the warmth they exuded in every interaction. John and Sarah Thompson, the parents, had built a life centered around love and family values.

    John, a hardworking and dedicated father, was a pillar of strength for his family. He possessed a calm demeanor and a compassionate heart. Sarah, a nurturing and wise mother, infused every moment with a sense of harmony and understanding. Together, they raised their three children: Emily, David, and Lily.

    Emily, the eldest, was a natural-born leader. She radiated confidence and had an undying determination to make a difference in the world. David, the middle child, was known for his curious nature and infectious laughter that could brighten anyone’s day. Lily, the youngest, had a heart full of innocence and an imagination that knew no bounds.

    As the years passed, the Thompsons faced their fair share of challenges, but their unwavering love for one another helped them weather any storm. They believed in open communication and made it a priority to spend quality time together, fostering a strong bond between siblings.

    Sunday mornings were sacred in the Thompson household. They would gather around the breakfast table, sharing stories and dreams, and the laughter would echo through the walls. Every week, they embarked on new adventures, exploring parks, hiking trails, and embracing the wonders of nature.

    But as the children grew older, their paths diverged. Emily pursued her dream of becoming a lawyer, studying long hours and taking part in community service initiatives. David, following his passion for music, spent hours composing and playing his guitar, enchanting everyone with his melodies. Lily, the dreamer, found solace in books and art, creating colorful worlds of her own.

    Despite their individual pursuits, the Thompsons always found time to come together. They celebrated birthdays, holidays, and achievements, cherishing the memories they created as a family. The house was filled with love, and it became a sanctuary where they sought comfort, advice, and unconditional support.

    As the years passed, life’s trials tested the Thompson family. They faced hardships, loss, and moments of doubt. But through it all, they clung to one another, drawing strength from their unbreakable bond. Each family member played a vital role in uplifting and inspiring the others, never losing sight of the importance of their shared love and connection.

    The Thompson family taught the world that family was not just about blood ties, but about the choices made every day to support and cherish one another. Their story, “Roots of Love,” stood as a testament to the power of family, reminding everyone that through love and unity, any challenge could be overcome.

    And so, as the Thompson family continued to create cherished memories and navigate life’s journey together, their story became an inspiration for families far and wide, reminding them to always nurture the roots of love that bound them

  • Threads of Serendipity

    Threads of Serendipity

    In a small, quiet town amidst rolling hills, a tale of resilience and love unfolded, Sarah a single mother with a heart of gold, faced the trials of life with unwavering strength daily. With every sunrise, Sarah woke up before dawn to tend to her son, Liam who was born with a rare genetic condition. Liam’s fragile health required constant care, and Sarah dedicated her life to ensuring his well-being. She juggled multiple jobs, sacrificing her desire to provide for her son’s medical needs and expenses.

    Despite the overwhelming challenges, Sarah never lost hope and carried a flickering flame of optimism within her, fueling her determination to give Liam the best life possible. She also taught Liam to see the beauty in every day and to cherish the simplest of joys.

    Sarah received a letter that would forever change their lives one cold winter day. It was a scholarship offer from a prestigious university for Liam. Overwhelmed with gratitude and joy, tears streamed down Sarah’s face as she realized the opportunity this presented for her beloved son. Liam’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they embarked on their journey to the city. The bustling streets, towering buildings, and vibrant culture were a complete contrast to them, and while taking it all in Sarah’s heart filled with a mix of fear and hope.

    As Liam settled into his new academic life, Sarah found solace in a nearby Cafe, where she met a man named Ethan, a kind-hearted singer with a gentle smile. Their chance encounter soon blossomed into a deep connection, their shared experiences forging an unbreakable bond. Ethan too had faced his share of hardships. He had lost his sight in a tragic accident, and the world had become drapes of darkness, but within him burned an unyielding spirit, and he poured his emotions onto the stage, his words and sounds offering solace to others.

    Soon, Sarah and Ethan together defied the odds as they wove a tapestry of love, empathy, and unwavering support, each helping the other to find strength when doubt threatened to consume them. Sarah’s optimism and Ethan’s words became beacons of hope, lighting the path forward.

    As the years passed, Liam’s health stabilized, his potential flourished, and with Sarah and Ethan by his side, he graduated with honors, a testament to their unwavering belief in him, and their life became a story of triumph over adversity as they changed their scars of life’s trials into badges of honor, and testaments to the unbreakable human spirit.