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Tag: Life

  •  From Dreams to Reality:  Embracing the Adventure 

     From Dreams to Reality:  Embracing the Adventure 

    As a 20-year-old navigating the journey of growing up, I often find myself reflecting on the challenges and experiences that have shaped me into the person I am today. It’s been a rollercoaster ride filled with excitement, uncertainty, and valuable life lessons.

    One of the biggest things I’ve discovered while growing up is finding my true self. During my teenage years, I constantly questioned who I really was and where I fit in. There were so many expectations from others and from myself that it felt overwhelming at times. But as I took the time to reflect on my passions and embrace what makes me unique, I realized that my true identity comes from being genuine and staying true to who I am at the core.

    Another aspect of growing up that has been both challenging and rewarding is navigating relationships. Whether it’s friendships, romantic partners, or family dynamics, relationships can be complicated. I’ve learned the importance of effective communication, resolving conflicts, and setting boundaries. Some friendships have grown stronger, while others have naturally faded away. Each connection has taught me something about myself and the kind of people I want to surround myself with – those who support and uplift me.

    Education and career choices have also played a significant role in my journey. The pressure to make the “right” decisions can be overwhelming. But what I’ve come to realize is that it’s okay to explore different interests and paths. It’s a process of self-discovery and growth, where I’ve learned to embrace change and take advantage of the opportunities that come my way. Each step, no matter how uncertain, has led me to new and unexpected experiences that have shaped my future.

    Amidst the challenges, there have been countless moments of joy and wonder. Trying out new hobbies, exploring different places, and immersing myself in diverse cultures have broadened my horizons and given me a fresh perspective on life. I’ve also had the privilege of meeting incredible individuals who have inspired and influenced me, leaving an everlasting impact on my heart.

    As I reflect on my journey so far, I can’t help but feel excited about what lies ahead. The future is an open book, waiting to be written. It’s an ongoing adventure that invites me to step out of my comfort zone, embrace new opportunities, and continue growing. There will be ups and downs, successes and setbacks, but I’m determined to make the most of every moment and keep evolving as a person.

    The story of growing up is far from over. It’s a beautiful tapestry of experiences, passions, and personal growth that continues to unfold. I eagerly look forward to the next chapter, where I’ll discover more about myself and the world around me. Life is full of possibilities, and I’m excited to see where it takes me next. The journey continues, and I’m ready to embrace it with open arms.

  • Embracing Rejection

    In a cozy room adorned with the warm glow of the setting sun, a young woman named Emily found herself immersed in a melancholic moment. As the light danced across her desk, she opened her laptop, her heart brimming with anticipation. Emily, an aspiring writer, had recently submitted one of her stories to a company she had dreamt of working for.

    With trembling hands, she navigated to her inbox, hoping for a positive response. Among the messages, she spotted an email from the company. Anxiety gripped her, causing her heart to race as if attempting to break free from her chest. Despite her nervousness, Emily summoned her courage and clicked on the email.

    “We are sorry to inform you that…” were the words that greeted her, dashing her hopes and dreams in an instant. The weight of yet another rejection bore down on her, and tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks like a torrential downpour. It was her fifteenth rejection, each one chipping away at her spirit.

    Emily had always been a bright student, her mind brimming with thoughts and stories waiting to be shared. From a young age, she had dreamt of becoming a writer, fueled by the encouraging words of those around her. But the relentless stream of rejections had begun to take its toll, breaking her spirit and leaving her in despair.

    As she sat there, tears streaming down her face, the thought of sharing this news with her parents loomed over her. They had always been her unwavering support, her backbone. She felt as though she had let them down. Comparing herself to her successful friends, who had secured well-paying jobs, only intensified her self-doubt and self-loathing.

    In that moment of vulnerability, her mother entered her room, having heard Emily’s cries. Without a word, she sat beside her daughter, embracing her tightly, offering solace through her silent presence. Moments later, Emily’s father joined them, understanding the depth of her pain. Together, they provided a comforting embrace that spoke volumes of their love and support.

    In the hours that followed, Emily gradually regained her composure. Her father shared stories of his own struggles and rejections that he faced, before becoming a successful Professor. Upon hearing her father’s story Emily had a newfound respect for him, and she realized that setbacks were merely stepping stones on the path to success.

    With a flicker of hope rekindled within her, Emily resolved to be patient with herself, to persist despite the obstacles she faced. She drew strength from her father’s unwavering determination, vowing to follow in his footsteps. That night, after a soul-soothing walk with her parents, Emily returned to her room, a renewed fire burning in her heart.

    The next morning, armed with resilience and a newfound perspective, Emily opened her laptop once again. Rather than dwelling on the rejections, she embarked on a new journey of exploration, seeking out fresh writing opportunities. She had come to understand that it wasn’t the absence of setbacks that defined her, but rather her unwavering courage to persevere, no matter the outcomes.

  • The Enchanting Journey of Flutter the Butterfly

    Once upon a time, in a beautiful garden, there lived a tiny creature called Flutter. Flutter was a colorful butterfly with delicate wings that shimmered in the sunlight. She loved to dance among the flowers, spreading joy with her graceful flight.

    Every day, Flutter would flutter from one flower to another, sipping sweet nectar and collecting pollen on her tiny legs. She marveled at the vibrant colors and intoxicating scents of the blossoms. The garden was her playground, and she felt like the happiest butterfly in the world.

    One sunny morning, as Flutter explored a new patch of flowers, she noticed something peculiar. A caterpillar was munching on a leaf nearby. Intrigued, Flutter flew closer and greeted the caterpillar.

    “Hello there! What are you doing?” she asked with curiosity.

    The caterpillar paused and replied, “I’m eating and growing. Soon, I will turn into a butterfly, just like you!”

    Flutter’s eyes widened with excitement. She had never seen a caterpillar transform into a butterfly before. She decided to stay and watch this magical process.

    Days turned into weeks, and Flutter visited the caterpillar every day. She watched as it ate and grew bigger, shedding its old skin several times. The caterpillar was patient and determined, even though it couldn’t move as gracefully as Flutter.

    Finally, one day, Flutter saw something incredible. The caterpillar had stopped eating and attached itself to a branch. It began to spin a silky cocoon around its body, carefully encasing itself in a protective shield.

    Flutter couldn’t contain her excitement. She knew that inside the cocoon, a marvelous transformation was taking place. She patiently waited, fluttering nearby, eager to witness the caterpillar’s magical rebirth.

    After what seemed like an eternity, a tiny crack appeared on the cocoon. Flutter watched in awe as a beautiful butterfly emerged, stretching its delicate wings and slowly drying them in the warm sunlight.

    The newly transformed butterfly looked at Flutter with gratitude. “Thank you for believing in me and staying by my side,” it said, its voice filled with joy.

    Flutter smiled, realizing that she had witnessed a miracle. She had seen the caterpillar’s journey from a humble muncher of leaves to a magnificent butterfly. It was a testament to the power of growth, change, and believing in oneself.

    From that day forward, Flutter and her new butterfly friend explored the garden together, dancing among the flowers and spreading happiness wherever they went. They cherished the beauty of transformation and the wonders of nature, knowing that with patience and perseverance, anything was possible.

    And so, the garden became a magical place, filled with the enchanting flight of Flutter and her newfound friend—a testament to the extraordinary journey of a caterpillar turned butterfly and the joy they brought to the world around them.

  • Self Love is the ‘KEY’

    Self Love is the ‘KEY’

    Once upon a time, in a really well developed city named Hyrule, where reside many wealthy people, a rich man with the name of Link was living his life happily with his great prosperity and wealth. The only thing that worried him was within him, his increasing weight. While the biggest locker available in the city of Hyrule were filled by his wealth, he was incapable of doing the simplest things for a human being. Carrying weights, climbing stairs, etc. were an impossible task for him. 

    Exhausted by questions of him on his own capabilities, he decided to get an appointment of the greatest doctor in his city, Doc. Rusk. Rusk was asked to treat the rich man with his problem with a trade of immense wealth.  Despite many diets, tiring workouts and medicines prescribed by Rusk, there was no affect on the “so-immortal” fat of Mr. Link. He felt helpless and defeated.  Even though his family gave him enough support, it all went in vain when the greatest doctor was also accepting his defeat.

    Link observed how these month of immense worry-ness went. Finding the source of this issue, he managed to take his mind back to the past when a random stranger said that he was fat, a few months before. Even though he was living his life at its best, not worrying about his obesity as he was not feelings it’s presence at all, he became conscious about his health and his mind only forced him to think about the negative aspects of himself. Ignoring the fact that he was hardworking enough than most of the people, which made him so rich, thinking about his obesity just diverted his mind. He realized that focusing on the comments made by the world should not affect one’s mental health. Loving oneself as the way they are is the most important aspect of maintaining happiness. Even though, Mr. Link is fat but he is hardworking, kind and has a loving family. He is happy in his own aura.  

    Thus , making a last appointment with Doc. Rusk, he explained everything how he felt. Even though nothing changed with his waste attempts, he realized the true essence of self-acceptance and staying happy rather than being worried about material possessions or achieving perfection in physique. Thus, the tale of Link, the man who was not struggling with obesity but with the feeling of instability, became an inspiring story of self-discovery and self-love. It proved as a reminder that  happiness is not dependent on external factors but is in the depths of the human spirit. 

  • “The Dance of Life”

    “The Dance of Life”

    Once upon a time, in a little village, there lived a young girl named Riya. She was full of curiosity, as she explored the world around her. From a very young age, Riya was captivated by the concept of life itself—the beauty, the mystery, and the endless possibilities it held.

    As she grew older, Riya became more aware of the ups and downs that life had to offer. She witnessed joyous celebrations and heartbreaking farewells. She experienced moments of triumph and moments of defeat. Through it all, she learned that life was a delicate balance of happiness and sorrow, of love and loss.

    Riya’s journey took her far and wide. She traveled to bustling cities, where the streets pulsed with energy and dreams seemed to hang in the air. She explored serene landscapes, where nature’s wonders whispered secrets to those who listened. She met people from different walks of life, each with their own unique stories to share.

    In her encounters, Riya discovered that life was not just about the grand adventures and extraordinary experiences—it was also about the small, everyday moments that often went unnoticed. It was the comforting warmth of a hug from a loved one, the sound of laughter shared with friends. Life, she realized, was woven with tiny threads of beauty, waiting to be appreciated.

    As the years passed, Riya faced her own share of challenges. She encountered obstacles that tested her resilience and setbacks that threatened to dampen her spirit. But she never lost sight of the essence of life. She learned that even in the face of adversity, there was always a glimmer of hope, a chance for growth and transformation.

    Riya’s journey came full circle as she returned to her village, the place she had always called home. With a heart filled with gratitude, she embraced the simplicity of life. She cherished the love of her family and friends, and she shared her wisdom with those who sought it.

    In her later years, Riya became a storyteller, weaving tales of life’s wonders and teaching others to appreciate the beauty that surrounded them. She reminded them that life was a gift, and it was up to each individual to make the most of it—to seek joy, embrace change, and find meaning in every step of the journey.

    And so, Riya’s story became a part of the tapestry of life, a reminder that amidst the vastness of existence, each person had the power to shape their own narrative. As long as there were dreams to chase, hearts to connect, and moments to savor, life would continue to unfold its magical chapters, inviting all to participate in its extraordinary dance.

  • The Way of Living 

    The Way of Living 

    Once upon a time there was a 19 y/o girl named Shanaya was walking down the street upset with her life . Recently her father had passed away due to which she was broken inside. There was no one in his house except his father. At the age of four, his mother had also left this world due to cancer. After her mother, the girl was looked after by her father, But today when her father had also left her at this early age, she could not see any reason to move ahead in her life. She decided to destroy herself also, so she went to the uphills near her hometown. When she was moving ahead at the path of death she saw a puppy lying on the footpath waiting for her mother to come as she had gone to find something to eat for them, but a lady came near Shanaya when she was continuously watching that puppy and told her that recently the puppy lost her mother but still he thinks that her mother will definitely come to feed him. Seeing that puppy’s faith in her thoughts, Shanaya felt like crying. Seeing her reaction, she felt ashamed of what she was going to do to herself. She started to understand that coming and going is the law of nature, the one who has come will definitely leave someday, Only a coward can destroy its life without knowing his potential. But now she has decided to start a new beginning of her life and become the best version of herself she became aware that many ups and downs will come and go and that’s the name of life. So, she Immediately take the puppy with her and started living along with him happily.

    Moral: Rather you live your life happily or destroy it with grief the choice is yours.

  • Memories

    Memories

    I was rummaging through the drawers of my closet looking for that picture frame, that picture I so dearly admired of my father, but to no avail. I sat disappointed in vain, with tears strolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t find it! I was depressed, sad and very angry with the situation I had landed into with the twist of fate.

    I am Andy, a famous singer and rapper in the States. On the outside, my life looks picture perfect, but like everyone else I have had my fair share of unfortunate events. First, I lost my mother at the age of four due to cancer, and now I have lost my father as well at the ripe age of twenty. Where families go on trips together and enjoy life with their teenage kids, I have lost my parents. He was my only supporting anchor after the loss of my mother, but now he is gone as well. It feels like my life is slipping off my hands. I have been on a break for two months now. Life seems to have come to a stop. I have not stepped out of my house even once. People talk about me, my loss, about how unfortunate I am. There is news about me everywhere and I do not want to face a single soul. My doorbell has rung for the twentieth time today, but I won’t get up. I won’t open the doors. I know it’s Stacy, my childhood best friend, but I don’t want to talk to a single soul. I closed my eyes in despair, losing myself back, to all those beautiful memories with my father. Running along the beach with nothing but my swimming trunks on, shouting at the top of my lungs and having fun. Enjoying the cool sea breeze hitting on my face. It’s a Sunday those few days when I get to meet him and take a break from that boarding school. He is my comfort place. His hearty laugh continues to ring in my ears. Another ring; I instantly opened my eyes and came hitting the brutal reality of my being. What a loss!

    I slowly got up, walked towards my door and flung it open. I shouted frustrated, ‘What is it, Stacy! Can you not see I am ignoring the doorbells?’ Then, suddenly a smack landed across my head! It was Stacy, she smacked me so hard my head hurts now. I looked at her in shock while she had tears brimming down her eyes. She exclaimed, ‘What is wrong with you! Why wouldn’t you open the door!’ She tried to get in, but I denied her entry I couldn’t face her right now. I felt like a loser, staying cooped up in my apartment unable to face the brutal reality of life. She nodded her head, scanned my face and sighed she said,’ Andy take a break, go out go to your favourite places and have a calming walk. Connect with nature. Stop being cooped up in this apartment of yours. You are not taking yourself anywhere your life will slip out of your hands at this rate.’ She then quickly swiped the remaining tears from her eyes and then started rummaging through her bag. She then popped out a black mask, a black cap along with a black jacket from her ever-so-glorious backpack. Shocked I asked her, ‘Whose murder do you expect me to commit?’ She just rolled her eyes and told me that it was so that I could conceal my identity and move around the city without gaining attention. I suggested,’ I would look like a stalker with that all-black look’, to which she just landed me a stern look and directed me to wear it with a nod of her head. I complied. Once I was all ready she told me to make sure I got out of the house and take some fresh air, giving me a mint she turned on her heels and walked out of my place. Exactly! What I needed to begin stepping out of the house; was some courage. After collecting my wallet and wearing my shoes I walked out of that apartment. I looked up in the sky, it was cloudy and pleasant opposite to the mood I had. Thinking to myself how sad my life is I dragged myself through the pavements of the city. After around half an hour of aimless walking, I entered a sketchy area. Things seem in a bad condition there. When I further galavanted inside, I realized I was in a poor neighbourhood. It looked like it was in ruins, the sheds were falling off, the houses were ill-kept and none of the houses had any boundary walls. I looked in the direction of one house there was one boy outside with a dog he was playing with a puppy. I stopped in my tracks and continued looking at him; I don’t know what got into me, but I started walking towards him and knocked on that barely hanging door to make them aware of my presence. The boy looked up with his puppy also doing so in the process. After scanning my entire body the boy announced in a deep voice,’ You don’t seem like you belong to this neighbourhood, why are you here?’

    I didn’t answer him, instead, I questioned him if I could sit beside him, he paused lost in thought for a few seconds but then nodded his head. He then continued to pet the puppy. After a few minutes or so, he looked at me and said,’ You seem upset.’ I nodded then, after a pause, the words began to flow out of me. I told him how I had lost my father and how much I cherished him. How I felt worthless and lonely. The boy nodded turning all his attention towards me, whispering he said,’ I understand.’ Anger shot through me, and in a clipped tone I asked, ‘What makes you think you understand me? I don’t think you have gone through what I have.’I was ignorant. He very calmly looked at me, then with a tilt of his head with his messy hair falling on his forehead he said, ‘While I may not have gone through what you exactly went through, however, I understand the feeling of loss and losing your loved one.’ He took a deep breath and then continued,’ I lost both my parents in an accident and my uncle took all my property that didn’t upset me or deter me, but then he severed all ties with me and didn’t let me enter my house or collect my belongings. For quite a while, I fought for my rights in court, but it was all in vain. My uncle was too powerful and I lost the case. I came to terms with the reality and moved to this neighbourhood.’ He explained how he feels the loss of his parents, the loss of his previous life and it hurts till now, but he has moved on with his life. I looked at him deep in thought, realizing I am not the only one who faces loss in this world, a reality that I always knew. However, it never hit me as deeply as it did today. He looked up in the sky and said what a beautiful day it is today; I simply agreed with the shake of my head. Then he looked me in the eyes and said,’ You didn’t answer my previous question.’ I swallowed saying,’ I was just wandering around and ended up here.’ He nodded again. Suddenly I felt something sniffing my hand when I looked towards my hands I realized it was the puppy, a small smile came on my lips once in a long time and I just petted the little animal happy to be out of my misery for a while. The boy then remarked,’ You know what? You must be grateful for your life and not dwell in sadness.’ He said,’ You will forever feel the loss and the void but don’t stop with your life. Continue working and putting your mind elsewhere instead of closing yourself off from the world.Face the world.’ I looked at him suspiciously and asked.’Do you know me?’ He nodded and told me how I am a famous personality and everybody knows me, so it is obvious for him to know me. I nodded in approval. He then took a deep breath and sighed he stood up, dusted his pants and put his hand in his pockets.He then asked, ‘Do you want to come in for coffee?’ I was about to say no, but then I wanted to talk to him more and nodded my head in affirmation. We walked inside the house. Inside the house, there was a cosy place, very different and opposite to how it looked on the outside.Nonetheless, I comfortably sat on the chair near a table facing the boy’s kitchen and continued to look around until a thought came up in my brain.I asked the boy if he had any memories of his parents, and he shook his head and told me he lost it all his uncle was too cruel, he locked away his house and stopped his employment at Big firms did he let him retrieve any of his belongings although he begged for it. After a pause, he poured the coffee and brought it to me, sitting in front of me he told that he had stopped caring for his memories are far better and more intact. I nodded understanding, I had a faint flicker of sympathy in my heart but assumed that he wouldn’t want any just like I didn’t. I then asked him how he survives in such a slum considering his background.He then explained how he had to live by doing menial jobs and living a little better off than the rest of the neighbourhood with some extra income. We conversed about many other things, our lives and experiences.After a few hours, I looked outside and commented that it had begun to get dark. He nodded and told me I should get out of the slum early as it gets dangerous at night. Instantly, I stood up with my hands in my pocket and shook hands with him. Just before I was about to get out of his house, I turned and said you didn’t tell me your name he shook his head smiling and said if we meet ever again I would tell you then, I looked at him, nodded and walked out of the place. While walking back to my apartment with my hands in my pocket I looked up in the sky with a smile playing on my lips for suddenly I was grateful about life. Not because I was better off than others but because I suddenly realized the importance of letting go and being grateful for what I have. Slowly I felt the weight of things falling off my chest and felt lighter. That night I had a sound sleep. The next day, I sent my thanks to Stacy for her suggestion and apologized for my behaviour toward her. In subsequent days I started visiting the boy often, now I know his name, it’s Steve and within no time he has become a nice friend to me. Yesterday, I offered him a job as my manager and he has very happily accepted the offer. He will now continue to live with me. Nowadays, I feel better, happier and lighter with the change of perspective and environment my heart feels lighter. I look at the sky more and smile more. I pray for my parents each night and aim to work more hard in my life for I must not lose this life. Our life is the most precious thing gifted to us by god and we mustn’t waste it by being ungrateful instead, when problems and failures hit in life know you should stand up again and fight back for fighting back is more important than anything. Do not let life direct you; you direct your life.

  • Perplexity

    Perplexity

    The agony of not being able to express your emotions

    The prodigy of having someone who understands your unsaid words

  • A Flickering Lightbulb

    A Flickering Lightbulb

    A lonely, winding path.

    A flickering lightbulb overhead.

    The street’s shrouded in complete darkness, with little illumination to boast of, save for the tiny pinpricks of light from the occasional firefly, the bulb providing no such help.

    There’s just the two of us here, just you and me.

    You draw your hood low against the cold droughts of wind as we walk, and I do the same, not from fear of the cold, but from the ache of possibly seeing a downward curve to your lips, disapproval curling at the edges, and it’s this that I cannot allow.

    All of a sudden, you let out a small gasp and clutch my hand tighter, your steps skittering on the asphalt, and it’s almost in tandem with the loud chorus of howls starting up somewhere, unseen and terrifying.

    Gripping my cold, bloodless fingers, you pull me to a stop, asking in hushed whispers, “Did you hear that?”

    and of course I do, but how could I possibly tell you that, without betraying my shaky voice, without letting slip a sliver of the fear that’s curling through my veins, rendering me immobile?

    So I just gently stroke my thumb along yours, hoping beyond hope that it gives you a shadow of the comfort I yearn to, and pull you forward, alongside me in the plunging, encompassing darkness.

    And with trembling steps, you come along, reluctance emanating from every pore, and if I could, I’d laugh at the mildly disgruntled faces I know you must be pulling, the very thought of your nose wrinkled in displeasure sending me to the edges of hysteria.

    (If I could, I’d simply get you out of here, where we knew nobody and no one called out our name.)

    (If I could, I’d give you the whole world to do with as you so wished.)

    but I can’t, so I just walk alongside you in a deep, deep silence.

    We walk and walk and keep walking, till we do not know why we’re doing this, till we do not remember our destinations or our names, till we are familiar with nothing but the shape of the other’s breath. (but then again, does anything else even matter?)

    We walk and that’s when, at long last we see it, the path ahead lit by the warm glow of a lightbulb, only this one does not flicker.

    And it’s here that we almost reach our first disagreement, because I wish to walk to it slowly, completely drink it in with our eyes, to see, to check that it’s real, that it’s there, that it won’t melt away at the barest touch, the way dreams often do, the way mere figments of imagination bring us to ruin.

    But you’re you and you wish to rush into it headlong with shining eyes and that mad laugh of yours. You’re you and I’m me and when have I ever been able to deny the smallest whisper from your lips? And so we hold each other tighter and run towards it, towards everything, our faces split in identical grins.

    And surprising me in the way only you ever can, the first thing you do, after we reach, is throw your arms around me, and I curl mine around you, hiding my smile in your hair as I feel relief as I’ve never known before, course through me.

    “I can’t believe we did it”, you whisper contently, before quietly adding “Weren’t you scared?”

    And of course I was, but how could I possibly tell you that if it hadn’t been for your steady heartbeat against my palms, that if it hadn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now?

    A luminescent lightbulb overhead.

    There’s just the two of us here, just you and me (and I would never have it any other way.)

  • And My Youth Shall be Passed Upon You

    And My Youth Shall be Passed Upon You

    And today as I sat frowning in the corner of the room after having another intense debate over the appropriateness of logic in the jokes circulating the atmosphere, I had a face to face encounter with the phenomenon called time. Time; scientifically defined, is a continuous chain of existence that appears to proceed in an irrevocable succession. In simple words, it is the civilisational purpose for which clocks and watches were created. It stretches itself to the scale of eons when your parents confiscate your gadgets for the sake of protecting your cornea from its overuse and reduces itself to the scale of grains when you have to write three proper answers in the remaining half hour of your examination. 

    Now obviously, I am no intergalactic divine creature who is beyond the confines of time. I have successfully lived and completed the phase of my life where my idleness was termed as childhood instead of me being termed as an unemployed liability to the country. I get my daily dose of defeats in my miserably failed conquests of the biological and social phenomenon called adulting. 

    But this time it was not about my life struggles. It was about the complex plethora of emotions that you experience when you witness your parents undergoing rapid process of aging, you see them getting old. At one end it is a completely normal process, look at yourself for instance. However on the other side of the spectrum, it is about accepting the fact that your assumptions regarding your parents having absolute superhero strength, vitality and vigor was a flawed one. All of this vivaciousness was there but its subscription was for a limited time period only. And you don’t have eternities left to spend together, but you have only a few years left where you’ll actually be together under the same roof. Eventually the roles will get reversed and you’ll be the caretaker; their hands will start to wrinkle even more while you will be busy in simple 20 step skincare routines; their voices will get feeble and yours will get bolder. The ones who got you introduced to the world around you, will get reminders from you to do even the basics task of switching off the appliances. The most fundamental and absolute truths of life are the most difficult ones to accept. 

    Our precious lives, which we love to refer to as the rat race, are actually not rat races at all. They are the relay races which we run together as a unit with our families. After running their courses, our parents pass the mashal of youth, responsibilities and lineage to us for continuing the game. It is a game of celebration and cooperation where despite the trials and tribulations, we are together as a civilization. They will be done with their parts soon; right now I am warming myself up for the race and eventually I will be running the course with the mashal. Uncertainties and hesitations for the performances and executions during your prime game are normal, sometimes you might get stuck in the pressure of conformity but the trident of experiences of the previous and co players, your own abilities and talents, and the faith of the complete unit over each other will always show the way out. And someday, I will also pass the mashal to someone else by prophesying ‘And My Youth Shall be Passed Upon You’.