1. He was stronger, more vigilant and tougher than his peers. Someone called his name from a distance. The sting in his forearm was more than sufficient to make him immobile. Blood oozing from the right thigh was making his pants wet. A swollen ankle made no more difference. He remembered her face when she fed him mouthful of food. She had many a times smiled and shouted too. She never said she loved him but she could not simply live without him. He whispered with his lips moving in a meager manner," Ma, I need to save your life, so i will live through this..."
2. The doctors had warned her of the complications. An unfaithful husband to live with may not sound promising but a life to save seemed more desperate. From the morning her hips and spine had seemed to poke her with sharp stabs and the intensity increased by the hour. When trying to reach her husband she only received a female voice that informed of his flight to another city. She sat on the bed and breathed heavily for a few seconds trying to think of only getting the tiny life out safely. After managing inform 911 about it, she prayed to god in a mute voice,
" If the baby comes out safely i swear to donate my ovary to a needy"
3. The young woman saw the flight leave from her terrace. They had enjoyed much together and it all happened in a whim. Nothing made sense till the day she was informed of the selfish plans. No one to trust and nothing to believe in. Her idol guy through high school left for an overseas study program that she had always dreamed of. Not that she was jealous, but sometimes tough periods of struggle made life more strenuous with hurdles rising tall. She had major commitments with loved ones making her stationary. It was then the quivering insides broke out and made her feel some truth,
" What God intends for you is more than your dreams, wait to see the light"
4. He had lost again the game again. It was not the losing part but the confidence it generated within him. The whole world around him sympathized but it only thought of him otherwise. The worst was the passion that never diminished within him,urging him to see and experience the heights well above his capacity. It taught him more than he realized making his journey worthy and vibrant. The public burns dint pain but the assumptions and the short falls he faced in reality kept kicking his gut. That's when he read in a book,
" Without failure success is less significant and more boring!"
This is for all those souls who has had pit falls and tasted sour flavors more than other flavors.
Life can never be the bed of roses as it is hallucinated to be, well if it did I sympathize those who never enjoyed concurrent failures.
--
Karthika Raghavan.
