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One dream! It keeps coming back

Posted on March 6, 2021 by Snehashree

There is just one dream that keeps coming back to me ever since I remember I have been dreaming, like since my early childhood and it is this,

“An angel is all set to drop me down a big, dark tunnel and as I stand beside the winged guy, all happy and excited for a new life, he turns to me and says,

“Are you sure you want to go through this dark and meaningless pursuit called life?”

I am dumbstruck, and so I ask, “Am I not preparing all these days for just this?”

“Yes, but you haven’t picked up everything, still and I wonder if you can even manage there all alone and trust me, I would rather like having you here. Life on Earth is boring. There’s nothing much to do. You keep repeating yourself in different ways, it’s just that. Making meaning out of it, is really tough, given you’re not even rightfully trained.”

Why didn’t you do it then?” I charge him this time.

But just when he is about to answer the “why”

Dadaaa

Then I am out into the open.

I hear nothing but I realise I am somewhere I was not previously and lo! I begin to panic.

That’s when I cry out for the first time since the world around me looks exactly the way my handsome angel had defined it.

I am cleaned and out of shock and tiredness I fell asleep and then the angel appears again.

“Could you come back?”

I panicked but by then, my aunt, a newbie in this field excitedly picks me up and goes out of the hospital room to show me to her friend.

In this cold night, freshly born, I go out in my towels with my aunt.

I close my eyes and I nod to my angel. He smiles as I go unconscious.

The cold was to much for me to tolerate since the hospitals did not have warm corridors in those times when I was born.

“But then there is a flurry of reactions, a warm heater and a voice’s intervention keeps me back on Earth.

The voice says, “Ohh boy! Why do you want her now? I am sure a few days of yours and a few years of hers would do you both good.”

What have I learnt?

The Last Leaf by O’Henry teaches us to have hope and all of us must keep creating our masterpieces to keep up that hope that drives humanity since ages.
The story of the two monks and the injured woman by an anonymous writer tells how Monk 1 is the one who has carried the injured woman on his back and yet after dropping her on her village gate, he forgets all about her whereas, the second monk goes ahead and complains to the head monk about the first monk’s action which he interprets to be against the protocols of monkhood. So, there are two kinds of people in this world and it is always better to stick to the like-minded ones.
The adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn by Samuel Langhorne Clemens teaches me to live my life with my brains right on my shoulders. So, when someone gives me a fence to paint and I want to go fishing, I need to find another who could enjoy whitewashing the fence for me.
God sees the truth but waits by Leo Tolstoy teaches me when God is lazy to act, you must not be like Aksionov but instead should stand up and fight for rights.
The Bet by Anton Chekov teaches me not to be part of any bet and even if I am, I should be like the lawyer, renouncing what needs to be, only to rise again.

I laugh and scream out of joy.

What is it that matters the most?

Posted on March 4, 2021 by Snehashree

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What is it that matters the most?

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I was trying to put in a few words this morning.

But then I was feeling slightly obtuse.

I did not perhaps understand why or what is it that matters the most?

The birds were chirping and perhaps, calling my name I looked up. They were free.

Was I?

So did freedom matter?

Or was it the ego inside me driving me, pushing me to not listen to anyone but to that just one dream inside my head- write since you love to write.

Often our egos fuel even the most innocent thoughts inside us, therefore they say, “Be careful where you put your egos in.”

So, now that I was confused, I stopped writing and began pondering over this fact.

Ego or freedom, what was it?

But then perhaps none, I said to myself and then a memory hit me.

Back when I was very small, an old man used to come begging in the afternoon when my parents were away for classes.

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What is it that matters the most?

He used to always sit on our stairs and I would give him a glass of water and some biscuits that I would be saving the whole day to give him on thee day next.

But, yes my mother feared him and doubted he was a kid-picker, but she could not control his coming, so she controlled me.

She would lock the double door and all I had was a window that too was grilled.

So, one day the old man told me, “For all your biscuits and all your water, let me tell you one thing. Remember it, for I have nothing else to give you. If you remember it and practice it, it will become a gift one day.”

I was tiny but his voice quivered as though he was slightly emotional and even though ordinarily I would hardly listen, his livid eyes kind of opened my ears.

I listened and listened quite nicely.

“When you grow up do things that would add meaning to your life. Do something which will help you understand your life and your role on Earth and work alone until you find true friends.”

“Does begging help you understand your life?” I asked for children are cruel when young I have heard.

“Yes, it does. But I am not a beggar.”

“What do you think I am?” He laughed loudly.

“A kid-picker.” I told him what my mother told me for I had no brains.

“Ahhh! But I am not that, kid, I am a God-picker. God bless you.” He said and vanished in no time.

After that day, he never came again and I never saw him again even though i waited many afternoons for him saving my biscuits for him only to feed the crows in the evening.