Category: Life

  • A Girl’s Summer Vacation

    A Girl’s Summer Vacation

    Kavya have you packed your luggage mom is shouting at me in a hurry while i say yes it’s almost done. My family and I are going to attend Veera uncle’s daughter’s wedding in this summer. So, this summer I am going to spend at Rajasthan. This is my first time going to Rajasthan, other than Delhi I have travelled much. Meanwhile we reached to Railway station in a taxi. Our train was on the platform and we got in to the train. Raju and Me urging for a window seat although he won because first born child should scarifies. Train started to move and I plugged my ear phones while I check the Messenger. When I checked the time on my phone, it was after lunchtime, so I ate it while my mother served it. We were getting close, my father murmured as he started to wake me up. My father is overjoyed and eager to see his childhood buddy Veera Uncle as I opened my eyes and stood up. Veera uncle used to attend the same college, but for personal reasons he dropped out and needed to take care of his father’s property instead. We arrived at the station, and everyone departed except for me. As I was getting off, my leg slipped under the weight of my big luggage, and I fell on the platform. As usual, my brother was laughing cruelly as I checked with my luggage, and as I was about to get up, a hand went out and assisted me in standing up.

    soft voice reached me “ARE YOU OK Kavya”. When I looked at him, his worried face was so handsome. I stared to feel embarrass. My father introduced that handsome to me by the name Krishna. We both greet each other while we reached to his car. While driving this handsome told that veera ucle could come to reach us because of marriage works. We eventually arrived at the residence. Everyone is happy to see us. My father and Veera uncle hugged each other as we sat on the sofa, and my mother and Mrs. Veera Aunty began talking about wedding shopping. Shalini, the bride, smiled as she met me. Mom and dad went downstairs to their rooms. Veers uncle directed Krishna to show me the room that had been assigned to me. He pulled my suitcase from my hands as I was going to take it and told me to follow him. The room was really pleasant and comfortable. He left the luggage in my room and said goodnight. I took a shower before going to bed.

    I got up at eight o’clock in the morning and dressed traditionally. When I arrived downstairs, everyone was eating breakfast. Mrs.Veera aunty greeted me with a bright grin and handed me the breakfast that she had prepared. This handsome seated in front of mine eating apple for breakfast . He was so involved in the newspaper that he didn’t even notice me. I was sitting in my room loving the scenery when Shalini knocked on the door and offered me to her wedding shopping. I said I would love to start dressed up for the shopping. We both headed to down, Mrs.Veera aunty smiled and encouraged me to acquire a dress for the wedding because it was my first time visiting their home. I smiled and informed her there were no formalities, but she insisted, so I agreed.

    I opened the car door , Handsome Krishna in the driver’s seat, his muscles bulging. I waited a minute before deciding whether to sit alongside him or not. He smiled at me and offered me a seat beside him. His smile was endearing. He has dimples on his right cheek while smiling. Meanwhile, Shalini sat in the rear of my seat and asked her brother companion to drive her to the shopping mall. We arrived at the mall and exited, while her brother proceeded to park the car. Meanwhile, we took an escalator and explored the mall’s first and second floors. Shalini is looking through different suits for the Haldhi function. We purchased the dress she desired. Her brother arrived at the shop. Shalini reached out her hand to a man. He was introduced as her groom by her. They wanted little private space, so Krishna and I left. I responded yes when he inquired if I was hungry. We climbed the steps near the food court. He waited for me to choose the food. He initiated the conversation, and we both engaged in it for a time. As our lunch arrived, we shared it and ate. He led me to the ground floor to get some ice cream. I started talking and exchanged our thought, as we share the ice cream flavours. I was very impressed by this maturity. I noticed his funny angle too. Meanwhile, the wedding pair arrived. He is set to leave for his office for work after the couple hugged. Shalini spent two hours shopping for wedding necessities. She was exhausted after shopping. We got in the car and drove home. Everyone could see Shalini’s shopping.

    I went to my room, had a shower, and promptly fell asleep. I awoke at 7:00 p.m. and dashed down the stairs. Everyone is conversing. I went in search of my mother. Mom was assisting Mrs Veera aunty. They were making refreshments for everyone. In the meantime, I served everyone, even Krishna. Shalini later invited me to her room. We sat and chatted about our collages because we both had certain things in common with our different colleges. Mrs Veera aunty finally called us for dinner. We finished our meal, and the elders are discussing wedding arrangements. I went upstairs. I took a book in my bag and I stared reading. After some time I wanted to take a fresh and I went to the hallway since I needed to get some air. I started to feel the fresh air as I closed my eyes. I could hear someone approaching me as I heard their footsteps. After turning around, I saw Krishna. “Feeling bored”? I replied off-handed while grinning. He then inquired as to my interest in watching a movie. I replied, “Yes.” Krishna invited Shalini to the home theatre. I sat on the same sofa as Shalini.

    On the first sofa, Krishna sat down. We commenced viewing the film. The film, which told a love story, was excellent. I was a little embarrassed and embarrassed when the hero and heroine shared a kiss in the middle of the movie. In the midst of the movie, when the hero and heroine have a passionate kiss, I felt a twinge of embarrassment and headed towards Shalini, who was sound asleep. I then noticed that Krishna was hiding a smile. We didn’t exchange looks. I wanted to continue fast forwarding that scenario, but I was unable to. Even though the kiss was incredibly cute, I’m embarrassed at how shy I look. Later, a joyous, concluding title marks the end of the film. We each went to our different rooms after the movie. I had a lot of refreshment when I woke up, put on my customary pair of trousers, and descended the stairs. Shalini grabbed my hand and dragged me into her room where she begged for my assistance in choosing a dress for the Mahanadi ceremony. I did. After we had later discussed what to wear in the next occasion. We shared hobbies, she abruptly inquired about my love life. I replied honestly that I am single. I’m not sure why she was joyful, but I can see her smiling. We engaged in some girlie activities. After returning to my room, I checked my messenger.

    Shalini arrived as I was responding to those and said that everyone was calling for me. I went downstairs where everyone, including my mother and father, were staring at my face. I sat next to Mrs Veera since she insisted on it. I had the impression that I was going on an interview. My father questioned me about my interest in other men. Krishna entered the room and turned to face me after five minutes. He is different this time. He was giving me a flirtatious look. My parents began reassuring me that they act in my best interests. Veera uncle interjected in the meantime and stated that they would want to propose a marriage to Krishna and me. I was startled. I noticed that he was staring at me when I looked at him and assumed that he was aware of the proposal.

    I said directly that I don’t have any plans to get married right now and that I would like to get a master’s degree. Mr and Mrs Veera faces were extremely heartbroken. My father interfered as I bent my head slightly to look at Krishna’s face, saying, “Whatever it may be, it is her decision. We would like to respect it,” but my mother was not certain about what I had just said. We had supper together later, and as he is sitting down next to me, he smiles. I was a little bit down because I had assumed he would be miffed by my choice. I believe he approved of my choice. I finished my dinner, bid everyone good night, and went back to my room. Later, I lay awake in bed contemplating MR. handsome response to my rejection of his patents marriage proposal.

    “Perhaps he’s not into me”. “Maybe he didn’t get to know me”? Why is he back to normal after I responded it killing me. By way of all the thoughts, I dozed off completely. At four in the morning, I suddenly awoke up. When the morning air touched my skin as I walked down a straight hallway to get some fresh air, my lips involuntarily smiled. Without second thought, I went down to meet Krishna as he was working in his grandfather’s field. After noticing me, she gave me a warm welcome. We were having a normal talk when I questioned him about his studies. He is a gold medallist in law, and I was speechless by his credentials. I remarked, “Oh, that’s fantastic, I had no idea you were a gold medallist.” I chuckled. We both went without speaking for a while. I was about to move when he spoke about his hobby of farming and avoided making eye contact. I talked about harvesting. Later, we put a stop to our discussion and entered the home. Mrs Veera gave us a breakfast call. I sat next to him as Mrs Veera served with much devotion. The wedding is quickly approaching, and everything is going according to plan. The following morning, I awoke to some bustle and walked downstairs. The house was bustling with family members. The preparations for the marriage involve my father and Veera uncle very significantly.

    The wedding is nearby by because tomorrow is Shalini’s haldhi occasion. The wedding had everything set up perfectly. My eyes was fixed on Krishna. He was conversing with his cousins, who were also girls. Alongside him, his mother Mrs Veera was conversing with his cousins. I approached the sofa gently and was about to seat down when Mrs Veera aunt beckoned and introduced me to the girl Krishna was speaking to. She was attractive, especially considering how well-built her body was. When Veera uncle called him, Krishna didn’t even notice me and he immediately left for some task. I said, “Let me say hello to you.” She was very gracious. Hema, as Shalini called her, told me about me with a smile and we hugged enthusiastically. Hema and Shalini entered their rooms. I walked to my mother and sat next to her quietly.

    Veera aunty later invited everyone to lunch. I remained still for three hours in the same spot. I tend to be a bit moody. For lunch, Krishna climbed the stairs to call Hema. While eating lunch, Hema and Krishna sat next to each other and engaged in an animated conversation. Krishna was preoccupied with Hema and didn’t even utter a word to me.

    Shalini’s Mahanadi is today, so after eating my lunch, I walked to my room. Mahanadi declaration is currently ongoing. While I was still in my room, Shalini entered and told me to get ready for the Mahanadi because there will also be a dance performance. Kavya, she demanded that you dance at my wedding. I got ready for the occasion and went looking for Krishna. He was conversing with some employees. I wished he could see me. I went to him and told him that the decoration was wonderful, and he smiled and said thank you. I waited for his response as he saw me. Hema came up to us and greeted us both while I was still waiting. Right away, Krishna exclaimed, “Hey, you’re very beautiful.” I was quite saddened after hearing those statements since I had wanted Krishna to utter them on my behalf. I kept quiet, simply grinned at them both briefly, and then I left.

    My father sat next to my mother as I went to her. I caught my brother’s eye. He questioned what happened. I remained silent. So why do you seem so agitated, he questioned. I told him to stop talking. He did. I came very close to speaking during the entire Mahanadi. My mother went to a dance with Mrs. Veera aunt. For Mahanadi, Shalini came and took my hand. I proclaimed my disinterest. Hema and Krishna dance together. I was furious. I am aware that I declined the marriage proposal, but I am unsure of the source of this emotion. Mahanadi was made mandatory by Shalini. My two hands are full of mehandhi, so I said, “Okay.” Everyone is joyfully dancing. I was searching for the Krishna. I saw the hema. Mahanadi was likewise crammed into her hands. She is next to Krishna. They shouldn’t interact, in my opinion. I then headed upstairs. Even though my mother pushed me to eat dinner, I still don’t want to. I locked myself in my room after entering. Since I don’t want Shalini to feel awful, I decided against washing my hands. On the sofa, I sat. My heart was heavy with sadness. My mother knocked on the door of my room four hours ago. I unlocked it. I was going to say anything when my mother interrupted me again and said, “I also came from the same age of yours,” adding, “You Still Had A Chance.” My mother then sat next me. I was silent throughout. I stopped her as she was ready to leave and gave her a hug. Leaving, she did.

    The Mahanadi ceremony has ended. My watch told me it was almost 11:00 p.m. when I checked the time. After leaving my room, I sat on the sofa in the corridor and gazed up at the stars. They shone so brightly. I am still a with Mahanadi. It’s Krishna; I heard footsteps. Hema is not standing by him this time. I am about to depart because I am furious with him despite the fact that I said nothing. I got up and moved a little before hearing him say, “Why don’t you stay beside me?” I experienced shock and joy at the same moment. I looked in his direction. Why don’t you stay by my side for a bit, he suggested. Ok, I said. A seat next to him was provided. I sat without speaking. We haven’t spoken much for about 40 minutes. But this sensation lifted my spirits. Nearing midnight now. I was ready to depart when I stated, “I’m sleepy.” He stepped up and abruptly took my hand. My entire dry Mahanadi is falling. He touched me for the first time today. He then abruptly wrapped his hand around my hip and bribed me to compliment him. My shock has driven my eyes to widen. The distance between us is just one inch. We now turned to face one other. “Don’t you really like me,” he questioned.

    My heart rate increased by about 130. I still remain silent. Now I’m going to hug you, he said. If you’re kind, give me another embrace; if not, push me. I’m at a loss on what to do. He hugged me, and we are no longer apart. My entire body is trembling. He gave me a long hug. He asked me again if I liked him or not. I said, “I’m sleepy, I need to go to my room,” this time as I opened my mouth. He moved his hand while grinning flirtatiously. I locked my room as I ran to it. I slam into my bed. My head is now filled with ideas because I’ve lost all of my sleep. I rose and cleaned my Mahanadi. went to bed once more. I slept slowly. The following morning, after getting dressed in a very traditional manner, I began assisting Shalini with her haldhi.

    Krishna I blushed as he entered the room to give Shalini her phone, and I don’t know why, but he didn’t stop staring at me. He said as he entered the room that everyone was waiting for the bride. Shalini told me to put her last bit of jewellery in the locker even though I was ready to depart myself. While I was locking the shelf, Krishna approached and assisted me. I told him I was grateful. He asked if we should go. I blinked. You look cute, he said. My flush deepened. He waved goodbye while grinning. I went out and actively participated in haldhi as well. And I danced. I’m having a good time. I participated actively in the water game. I gave everyone a drink of water. When I was ready to pour water on Krishna, he seized the vessel from me and doused me in it without giving me a chance. I’m fully drenched. He tugged me back towards him this time, but there was no space between us. I had run to the corridor, but no one was there, so I was looking for a way out.

    He’s also drenched. Our four heads were in contact, and he was staring into my eyes. I smiled slightly as I slowly closed my eyes. He gently nudges me to change my clothes. I changed into new clothes in my room. The haldhi is nearly finished. Everyone is reportedly eating lunch out. Shalini was overjoyed to be getting married to her beloved tomorrow. The years go by. On the wedding day, I prepared and sat down to wait to see my parents. The home was really noisy. Everyone is getting ready to enter the reception hall. The distance from the residence to the wedding venue is 3 kilometres. My father said that my baby was as adorable as ever. Mom walked out and gave me a hug. Everyone is about to board the vehicle. However, my mother instructed me to present Krishna in front of everyone. Even Mrs Veera aunt insisted on it. I feel very anxious. As I sat down, Krishna closed the car door after he had opened it. He sat in the driver’s seat as well. We moved forward. Only the two of us are in the car. After a while, he said, “U look gorgeous, G.” I jumped, but solely from within my joy. At the door, I thanked you. We must pass a bride. The automobile abruptly halted.

    What happened, I enquired. He remained silent. I don’t know why, but he got out of the car. He opened the door to my seat, took hold of my hand, and helped me move forward. His knees were OK. The heart feels honoured. I was astonished when he pulled a ring out of his pocket. He murmured, “Kavya I am aware that it wasn’t until recently that I began to like you after seeing your photo on my father’s phone. I fell in love with you when you moved after falling from the train. Knowing your good nature, I can tell from the way you treat my elders. All of your excellent qualities have made me utterly swoon for you. When I chat too closely to Hema, I see a certain type of jealousy, which is what prompted me to approach you and propose marriage. You don’t have to stop learning. You can pursue your goals. I now own the enchanted phrase, “WILL YOU MARRY ME KAVYA”? My tears are dripping down my cheek in the meantime. The tears are joyful ones. And I could halt them. Hema is one of my closest cousins, and when I asked him about him, he stated he wanted to know how I felt about him. There are no other known intentions between them. so You put me to the test by accepting what I said. You didn’t give me any other options, he retorted. I quickly said “YES I WOULD” after laughing. He gave me a strong hug while placing his soft lips on mine. We arrived at the wedding hall after returning to the car. Everyone is focusing on us. Mr and Mrs Veera are joyfully leaping. My parents are so thrilled that they nearly started crying. We entered the wedding while holding hands. Shalini gave me an embrace. My brother claimed to have foreseen this outcome. Everyone is pleased for us that we decided to engage.

    Happy Endding.? Part-2?

  • The Flower’s Secret

    I saw Mrs. Singh today. There was a pleasant smile on her beautiful face as her eyes met mine. She waved at me, as she was watering her pretty flowers, placed in the delicately decorated pots. She had decorated the pots herself with the pastels and all the colors she could find. I reminisced that day when she was painting the outside of the pots with the bright shades of yellows and blues, smiling at me, as she would always do. Her smile was just like the decorated pots – colorful and bright, illuminating and passing on others the positive energy that was within her. Anyone would be filled with warmth and colors when they met her beaming face. As I was walking by, the sun falling in both of our faces, I gazed at the flowers. Under the sunlight, they were golden, shining even more than they usually do. They glowed differently under the silver moonlight, but their beauty never faded. Just like her flowers, Mrs. Singh always shined, grounded to her roots, to her family, to her home. The fact of her being grounded to such an uncomplicated environment made her a happy woman. My eyes searched for another figure beside her, yet there was no one there. Her lovely husband was usually always away, but the love between them was immeasurable. Although, when he was actually beside her, the amount of love her eyes held when she looked at him was simply beautiful. There was a different kind of shimmer in her eyes as she would sigh and take deep breaths with fidgeting hands. Magical how love changes the whole demeanor of a person.

    As she was waving at me, I noticed a mark on her left hand, a little below the wrist. Somewhat like a dark bruise. My mind telling me just that instant that she must have burned herself, while making a perfect meal for her perfect husband. What else could be the reason of the mark’s existence, keeping in mind how perfect Mrs. Singh’s life was? But what surprised me the most was that just as she noticed me acknowledging that mark, her pretty forehead formed creases and her aura felt tensed. Her smile flickered and her eyes turned to a shade of blue, like one of her flower pots. She tugged at the sleeves of her beige colored sweater in an attempt to conceal the mark, but my eyes had seen the hidden mark. It was in plain sight for me, very much visible. What other marks she was concealing were hard to find. The dark tint on her skin peeking from the little holes of her sweater sleeves was raising many questions in my head. But they were all dismissed as I looked up at her face which carried that pretty smile again. And the sight of the blooming flowers made me feel relaxed. Women like Mrs. Singh who always smile and give one warm vibes don’t have any secrets to keep.

    “How are you, Mrs. Singh?” I asked.

    She replied, “I’m as lovely as these flowers.”

    But her flowers had invisible thorns, just like she had no secrets.       

  •   MY UNKNOWN SAVIOR

      MY UNKNOWN SAVIOR

                                                 A girl named shivinya traveled on the bus. Shivinya is quite stubborn about her life. She recently broke up with her boyfriend. She was sitting near the window, there was rain that day, the raindrops splashes on the road, and she saw them with shiny blurry tear droplets rolling over her rosy cheek. Her regular velvety red lips looks dry cracked and lifeless. She curses the world and god inside her head, which let her to meet her boyfriend; he isn’t worth of her loyalty and love. On the next stop of her bus a handsome middle-aged man stepped into bus and sat beside shivinya. He looks tall, dusky, broad shoulder with soft facial structure looks like calm priest. Shivinya is uncomfortable at first but then for some reason she feels relaxed and calm in his presence. He is a psychologist, at first meeting itself he understands about her situation. So he started to talk slowly and steadily with her she starts to open up. At first, it was just a formal conversation but now it gets deeper, she couldn’t resist her inner feelings, so she spoke about her breakup and burst into tears she can’t hold back she wants someone to say “it’s okay”. So the man pats her on her shoulder and allows her to settle down. She felt the warmth of his hand, and she suddenly comeback to herself. Then after a long speechless time he starts to talk to her, “girl it’s just a phase you will move on soon”. She looks his face with mixed feelings. Then he said to her to remember this “not everyone and everything in this world is permanent” even in this bus travel, while traveling you sees lots of people with different characters. You have to travel with them even when you like it or not. You like some of them, you hate some of them, you respect some of them, but you have to go to your destination place. Even you like them you can’t take them to your place. Even you hate them you can’t eliminate them from here. So you have to know where you are going for your good. On hearing this Shivinya said “he isn’t a normal passenger who travels with me he is my lover “In a mild and shivering tone with lifeless voice. After hearing this he laughed in a husky manner and said “Don’t you know everyone you love doesn’t have to love you back, everyone you hate doesn’t have to hate you back. Some love even if you hate them, some hate even if you love them. It’s their choice”. She realized that she is emotionally hopeless now. She said “Thank you for being my eye-opener, I’m going to get over it, but don’t know how”. He smiled and said “it’s my destination I’m off then”. He packed his luggage and get off the bus and wave her a hand and shouted “Good to go my brave girl time will give you the change”. She smiled calmly and waved him back and said” it will”……..

  • WHISPERS OF THE CITY: THE ARCHITECT’S TALE

    Once upon a time in the bustling city of Metropolis, an architect named Oliver lived. He was a thin man, so gaunt and fragile that the mere sight of him could send a shiver down one’s spine. His figure was like a wisp of smoke and seemed to defy the laws of substance. Although he had a good earning and respectable job there was something that bothered him a lot, his dreams that were so impossible to be fulfilled in this fast-moving world. And because of this, he gave most of his time to his work. For numerous he had designed grand skyscrapers that reached the gate of heaven from the head of land, and this led him to many prestigious awards and honours. Despite all this, he was leading a very monotonous and boring life.

    On one fateful day, when he strolled down the deserted labyrinthine streets thinking intensely about nothing and carrying his body forcefully, he came across an old shop on one of the strangest corners of the street. This was not a usual shop with a fancy name, boards, paints and location. His absent-minded body took him into the shop. He didn’t want to go, but it was the curiosity of his subconscious mind that led him to the shop. When he entered the shop he saw bookshelves that were made of oak wood. The shelves lost their shine but not their magnificence and strength, standing still like a wall. There were about 50 bookshelves in the shop. While he was trying to digest what he is looking at, he heard an old shaking voice of a woman. He turned towards his left following the source of the voice, he saw an old woman coming towards him with a pleasing smile. “How may I help you? ” asked the lady. This old woman was in her sixties wearing an old shirt and a full-length skirt. Her face, etched with a myriad of wrinkles and lines, told stories of a life richly lived not by money but by memories. Her joyous and happy tone mesmerised Oliver. Like ancient jewels, her eyes shimmered with depth that seemed to transcend the present moment. While Oliver was staring absently at her she asked again “How may I assist you? ” but this time her question broke the temporal hypnosis of Olvier. And with complete nervousness, he said “Actually I was just passing by and saw…… ” Before he could complete the old lady said, “Welcome to our book store we have numerous books, please have a look and select the book you want”. Something happened and Oliver decided to go through each shelf even though he was not a person who read books.

    While he was walking into the store, he came across numerous genres of books like novels, history, fiction, poetry, novel, science, and so on. Apart from the genre it had some of the old books and comics whose publication was stopped a very long time ago. And while wandering through hundreds of books he came across a thick diary-like book. It was a leather-bound journal that caught the attention of his eyes. And when he took the book and opened it, he found handwritten stories that revealed the secret dreams and desires of its previous owner. And when he went through that book he got so much curious to read the content in the book. He got so impressed that he decided to buy it. He went to that lady and asked to buy it. 

    When he came back to his house he dived into the journey of literature and sailed into the ocean of dreams and words of its previous owners. The story of these dreams brought a whole new perspective towards the thought process of Oliver. He was so relaxed and enlightened by reading this book. The book contained all dreams and desires that were achieved and failed. Romanticism, happiness, and success gave him a positive point of view which was balanced by some sorrows of failure. But the failures were not the reason to demotivate the reader but to motivate him to run towards his/her dream. After completing the reading of his book, he returned to his desk, not with a dull face but with eyes that were screaming joy and motivation. And then he made very beautiful designs and changed the whole look of the city.

    Positivity and motivation lie in the inner soul, sometimes we just need a reason to trigger this. Here, the book played the role of trigger for Oliver and motivated him to establish his dreams and desires.

  • Unlimited Heights: Maya’s Journey of Determination and Inspiration

    Once upon a time, in a small village nestled at the foot of a majestic mountain, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya was born with a rare condition that confined her to a wheelchair. Despite her physical limitations, Maya possessed an indomitable spirit and an unwavering determination to live life to its fullest.

    Maya’s village was renowned for its annual mountain climbing competition, where the bravest and strongest individuals would conquer the treacherous peaks. Inspired by the breathtaking beauty of the mountains and fueled by her own dreams, Maya yearned to participate in the competition.

    Though many discouraged her, Maya refused to let her wheelchair define her capabilities. She believed that with enough perseverance and a resilient spirit, she could overcome any obstacle. Determined to prove herself, Maya embarked on a journey of rigorous training, both physically and mentally.

    With the support of her family, friends, and the entire village, Maya pushed herself to her limits. She built her strength through daily exercises, focused on mental fortitude through meditation, and studied the mountains, learning their paths and challenges by heart.

    The day of the competition arrived, and the village gathered to witness the remarkable feat that awaited them. As the participants set off, Maya positioned herself at the starting line, her heart pounding with anticipation.

    With each push of her wheelchair, Maya demonstrated the power of resilience. The rocky terrain and steep slopes presented immense challenges, but Maya’s determination knew no bounds. She faced every obstacle head-on, refusing to back down.

    As Maya ascended the mountain, her courage and determination began to inspire everyone around her. Spectators cheered her on, their hearts filled with admiration for the girl who defied the odds. Maya’s unwavering spirit and contagious enthusiasm became a beacon of hope and inspiration for all who witnessed her journey.

    Hours turned into minutes as Maya neared the summit. Fatigue threatened to overtake her, but she summoned every ounce of strength left within her. With a surge of determination, Maya reached the pinnacle of the mountain, tears streaming down her face.

    The crowd erupted in thunderous applause, celebrating not only Maya’s victory but also the triumph of the human spirit. Maya had proven that limitations were mere illusions, and dreams could transcend any barrier.

    News of Maya’s extraordinary achievement spread like wildfire, reaching far beyond her village. People from all walks of life were inspired by her story. Maya’s determination to chase her dreams despite her physical challenges served as a powerful reminder that our circumstances do not define us. It is the fire within our souls and the resilience in our hearts that propels us forward.

    Maya’s story touched the hearts of millions, igniting a global movement of inclusivity and empowerment. She became an advocate for individuals with disabilities, tirelessly working to break down barriers and ensure equal opportunities for all.

    Maya’s legacy continues to inspire generations, reminding us that the human spirit is boundless. Her story serves as a testament to the power of determination, resilience, and the unwavering belief in oneself. Maya taught the world that with the right mindset and an indomitable spirit, we can conquer any challenge and achieve greatness.

    So, let Maya’s story be a guiding light in your own journey. Remember that the strength to overcome adversity lies within you, waiting to be awakened. Embrace your dreams, face your challenges head-on, and let your spirit soar. For like Maya, you too can inspire the world with your unwavering determination and inspire others to believe in the limitless possibilities that reside within each of us.

  • Will She Say Yes ?

    Old-school romance has become another aesthetic for this generation, but I believe there are some people with young minds and old hearts searching for another person to pour their love into. One such boy has a story to tell. 

    He prefers to keep his name anonymous and we do respect his privacy. Let’s dive into this young man’s story right away – So I was looking for a girl in college to date to have my Bollywood dream come true and have the girl of my dreams. I’m not gonna lie but I looked for many girls and none of them had the spark to lighten my heart. Then I saw this girl in a yellow jacket in my class for the first time and nudged my friend beside me, “Who is she?” 

    She was the new girl in my class and I knew right away that she had the spark I was looking for but I did not have enough guts to talk to her. As any other guy of Gen-Z would do, I researched her and came up with all her likes and dislikes. I would say hello and she would just smile and move on. One day I mustered up enough courage to ask her out ‘casually’ for a cup of chai, to which she replied,” Why? Aren’t your friends around?”. And that’s how we started talking. We would go out for a walk in the evening and she would talk for hours. I asked her if she liked me and she said a clear no. I was taken aback for a while but didn’t stop making an effort. I knew I had to win her over. She liked reading books and she was new to the city so I took her to the oldest bookstore in the city to get her the book she was looking for. The happiness on her face was all I could ever ask for. I asked her if this was a date and she being herself replied sarcastically, “Of course, this is a non-date.” 

    At this point, I knew I was madly in love with her. I do not know if she loves me or not, I just hope she does. I’m thinking of confessing my feelings to her soon. Will she say a Yes? She has already said No once. 

  • The miraculous monday

    There lived a   girl by the name sophie who was 14 years of age. As a little girl, she was a hardworking and a tough girl who learned the art of helping every needy person from her parents. She was quite all the time occupied exclusively with books as she found it interesting to top the class everytime .During her leisure hours she liked to help her parents with household works as she didn’t like the idea of resting or slacking off while letting her parents work . She was an innocent child who had a pure soul and a heart of gold. She never liked getting into troubles or engaging herself in doing toxic things. She was an active person in the society as well,every person looked up to her as their idol. Finally,it was her 16th birthday and her parents decided to gift her with a personal phone. Things were normal at the beginning but as she grew older, things started to change slowly . She developed the habit of staying up late and investing her time in watching dramas and chatting with friends as she gained so many friends from different media platforms.She didn’t enjoy doing house chores rather she enjoyed spending hours on social media’s and having fun with friends. She desired a more wordly life and started indulging in all the wordly mannerisms that she decided she would never do as a child. She was not aware of what she had become lately. Her exams were knocking on the door but she enjoyed slacking off and ignoring the books. She was purely addicted to her phone and was not able to cope with her academic session. Her parents were disappointed on her for she had become this way. They always preached her and taught her what was wrong and right and corrected her but she started taking their words in a negative way. 

    She became a spoiled child by the time she was 17. She would cultivate new worldly habits that would please her and keep her in touch with her friends. She neglected her parents almost all the time. Her parents were strict but that did not scare her anymore as she started to feel that she was now a grown up. 

    It was monday morning, she missed her class and as usual she  woke up late around 10 am but she noticed that something was off . She then inspected the kitchen and she could not find any food cooked for her in fact she was surprised that her parents did not wake up till now. But it was not the case, her parents had already left for the hospital early in the morning as her mom fell  seriously ill. She learned that from her neighbours and was in great shock and grief as she heard the news. She started realizing all the things that she had been doing. The way she had been stressing and worrying her parents and the way she had been ignoring her parents was what made her realize deeply that she was had become a very unfaithful child. Her hands were shaking, her body was not stable she couldn’t breathe for a moment because her mom’s condition was getting worse and the doctors were helpless as well. The fear that she was going through was miserable and all the regrets of her actions towards her mother was slowly killing her. She started crying as she remained helpless . She entered her parents room to pack her moms cloths as the doctors had informed her that they had no hopes for her mother’s life. Then on the corner of the table , she saw a bible and she involuntary picked it and held it by her hands

    A word spoke to her in her heart. It said “you do know how to pray, you have been praying since you were a kid. I believe you just took a tiny break from praying for these few years.Read this Bible verse_____ and pray ”. Then she opened the bible, read the verse, kneeled down and started praying with all her heart and mind. It was a miraculous monday as she started to repent all her sins and started praying for her mother. Miraculously a soul was renewed and a life was reborn. Her mother was saved and she finally accepted all her wrong doings and she slowly starting to cope with her surrounding and once again became the favorite of everyone and made her parents proud. That was Sophie’s teenage life experience.  

    Moral: when you resent God there’s a punishment reserved for you 

  • A Quiet Evening

    I sat cradling a cup of warm coffee between my palms as droplets pattered on the windowsill beside me. Every so often a single droplet would be led astray and reach for my coffee, making me smile unconsciously. There has always been something about the rain that intensifies human emotion. On that particular evening I sat ruminating in the quiet joys of my life. It was hard for me to accept that I could be a happy adult, that I could find the hustle of the world around me endearing. I outwardly hated it but I had no qualms about the way my life was turning out particularly.

    Do not misunderstand, reader. I was not a happy individual per se, but one with no troubles I could not handle. Moreover, the motivation to go looking for problems and to dig up old melancholy had vanished from my existence. I attributed this to my age. Perhaps it was upsetting, how the vigor one had for life could dissipate when one hadn’t even covered a quarter of it. But I had found a way that worked for me and it gave me an odd thrill to be satisfied in a world that functioned on lack. It was due to this nature of mine that I had ended up molding that made me like the rain even though I did not adore it as some do, romanticizing the very notion of it. I had simply accepted it and now I had begun to enjoy the experience.

    I lived for such quiet evenings, ones where I made little to no sound and simply existed as an ear for the world. It reminded me of a poem of mammothic proportions, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Whitman considered it a joy and a worthy use of one’s time to fade into the background in order to hear the sounds of his surroundings. While I did not share his endurance, that of a poet and an artist, I found this act to be worthy of the time of a human. As a leaf of grass, what was the purpose of a temporal life, if not to be here in the present and green? These were the thoughts that I shared with myself, and now I share with you, as I emptied my cup of that black liquid and returned to the company of others.

  • Youth: Previously, Existing and Upcoming

    Youth: Previously, Existing and Upcoming

    Youth: the name of tomorrow, key to contemporary sorrows.

    Youth: the hope for today, setting an example through the rules they obey.

    On 37th National Youth Day, let’s consider it our conscientious to pay homage to the epitome of bright eyed Swami Vivekananda. With his bblessing let’s move on to the discriptive part of the essay. The topic is divided into three intriguing words ‘Previously’, ‘Existing’ and ‘Upcoming’. Let’s start with the term ‘Previously’. Back in the earlier times’ youth was also considered to be the funk and soul of every society. At the time of independence in 1947 and even before that youth icon like Shahid Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, etc. instill a sense of Nationalism in the heart of youth. The values that the previous youth has enshrined are a sense of sacrifice, respect for motherland, concord with others, etc. But to add to the legacy, the existing youth has taken the podium. Today’s youth is not only restricted to their work and life but  is playing a vital role in inspiring the World around. He is crossing the horizons, traveling across oceans of uncertainity, passing the despair. But many times this passing is considered as trespassing, and today’s youth is considered the lost generation, as said by Kim Namjoon,  a member of boy-band Bts in the UN general assembly. He  further added that ‘We’re the welcome generation’ because instead of fearing changes this generation says ‘Welcome’ and keep forging ahead. Today’s youth is becoming more self-aware and is moving ahead with the thought of sustainability, They are showing the world new ideologies of loving yourself and  of being self-partnered. Existing Youth are not feared of the thought of wrong choices and decisions but are encouraged by the idea of making choices in dynamic conditions. Having said about previous and existing Youth, the upcoming generation is expected to accept the world with all its bane and boon. They will fight aloofness, will challenge their limits, and will work harder to bloom the flower ecstasy in the world.

  • Bulimia Nervosa: Living with Bulimia

    Bulimia Nervosa: Living with Bulimia

    Elisa stood in front of the mirror staring at her body. Though she is at an ideal weight, she still feels fat looking at her body. Lost in her thoughts she suddenly heard her mother calling her name “Elisa come downstairs and have dinner.”

    She went downstairs and saw different varieties of food prepared by her mother on the occasion of the new year.  She was fasting since the morning and thought that eating a little junk food won’t hurt. She promised herself not to overeat and to indulge in mindful eating. But the moment she took the first bite all the promises she made to herself moments ago vanished and it was nearly impossible for her not to indulge in overeating.  

    She nearly ate all the dinner alone, stuffing herself with the food to the point where it was nearly impossible for her to even breathe. “It feels soo good to see you eating again like a normal human.” her dad said with a smile because for the last few months, she is trying to do fasting and her dad is obviously against that.  She said nothing because her mind was too blank to think of anything. She silently stood up from her chair and went to the washroom.

    The moment she locked the door immediately her hands went inside of her mouth trying to push all the ingredients out that she had consumed minutes ago.  She forced her fingers back to her throat to the point where she started gagging on them. All the food came from her mouth and spiked everywhere. After forceful vomiting, she looked at herself in front of the mirror and almost gagged at what she saw. Her face looked as if she has aged a decade. The first time she indulged in forceful vomiting she promised herself that this is the first time she is doing such stupid things. But it’s been three months and almost every single day she finds herself shoving her fingers at the back of her throat trying to spill all the contents out of her mouth. There were times when her breath used to stink due to vomiting and she felt dizzy throughout the whole day. Tears started forming at the corner of her eyes because she was tired and wanted to live a normal life without having to worry soo much about food. Ignoring her thoughts she immediately cleaned all the mess and made sure not to leave any hint of what she was doing there. She knew that Bulimia is wrong and it can cause death but the desire for a perfect body is soo strong that she finds herself indulging in this vicious cycle again and again.