It's like my little baby girl who was always playing in my
lap and stuck to my bosom started to walk. She took her first baby steps.
15th April 2016-The day which is going to get
marked with the pink sketch.
It was a mundane day, which started with a weary driving
class in the blistering sun followed by the random vexations from the people on
the road for my bad driving.
After reaching my home, I just laid down, watching my fan
with the three wings which are trying to chase each other.
‘Why are you chasing each other when you know you cannot
catch’, I said to the fan.
It didn’t reply.
‘Is this just like my dream? Just chasing and never catching?’
I said.
I have this very own habit of criticizing myself, at least once in a day.
‘Talk to me’, I whispered to the fan.
‘Talk’, I shouted.
‘Why am I so useless, what am I even doing?’, the scorching
sun showed its effect. I was high with frustration.
Then I took my phone, opened Facebook, the only addiction in
my life and kept scrolling down.
Eating in KFC with my colleagues
Travelling-having fun
Engaged-feeling happy
Married-life time moment
In love-feeling loved
New job-feeling excited
Bla bla bla
‘Fan, just stop chasing, you won’t reach it anyhow’, I said
to the fan again. But it seemed to ignore my words. It shooed out my words with
its wind.
Again I kept scrolling down,
Then I saw this, someone's status:
“My writeup is in print form as well, thanks to eFiction
india for publishing my story”
‘Everyone’s stories are getting printed out except mine’, I
mumbled.
‘Maybe you should just walk to your printer and ask it to print
your stories’- my brain said using its sense of humour.
I googled efiction india and clicked on the newly arrived
magazine. I was searching for her name with a ‘whatever’ face.
Suddenly, that ‘whatever’ expression turned into ‘what the
eff’ expression.
I saw ‘MAGIC-RACHANASITA’
‘Me?’, I stumbled.
‘What!’
I picked my phone in a bolt speed and called my friend.
I had tears in my eyes; yes it was special as it was my
first published story. I told her that my name was there in the magazine.
And then the celebration started.
Getting my story published is happiness but the people
around me turned it into a celebration.
I looked at the fan and said, ‘Fan you are god, you really
listened to me’.
And then fan whispered something to me-‘Be like me, like
a fan, don’t ever doubt yourself; just keep chasing unconditionally.
PS: Guys, though thank you is a petty word, I am going to say
it.
Thank you, you guys sparkled my day! If I ever write a book, you are all going to the dedication page. Hugs and kisses to you all !
Thank you, you guys sparkled my day! If I ever write a book, you are all going to the dedication page. Hugs and kisses to you all !