Once upon a time, there was a little girl. Her tiny eyes had
the sparkle of the glitzy dreams of touching the sky one day. Her raw strength
defied the pain, she had to endure in the pursuit of her dreams. Her soft skin
witnessed the marks of her hardships in her chase. She was nonchalant to all
the adversities, for she had to fly. She could not accept a failure and strongly
believed that one day she will get her wings and that day she will soar high
watching the world beneath her.
Here I lie in the corner of her bed watching the time
progressing by. I am a diary, a friend, as she fondly calls me, a witness of
all her secrets, some of which even she is unaware of.
Days and months and
years have passed by; the little girl is a grown up woman now. She has developed fully
grown broad wings. Her strength still remains a spectacle to be seen by the
people around her. Her eyes still sparkle with the same glitzy dreams but what
is that…..somewhere in the corner of her eyes, there is a drop of water & it became
an ocean of emotions, for her dreams are yet to be lived. The broad closed wings
tell an untold story of never been spread in the open sky, she always wanted to
explore. What happened to her? What happened to her dreams? What happened to
her grit and what went wrong with the perseverance? The longing for the wings
to get developed had perhaps cast a spell on her or perhaps she had lost the
vigor to live a new life, had lost the courage to start afresh, had stopped
believing in herself. Perhaps, she had lost the faith to take the first jump to
fly, for the fear of falling in an endless abyss had overcome the passion which
ignited her heart and soul.
Suddenly, I hear some thoughts in her mind. She seeks my
help so we can make it into that world together. Her dreams are still not
shattered for she had a spirit which never dies. I knew that her hopes will
rise again and one day she will develop the courage to take the giant "Leap of
Faith" to fly and soar above the worlds known and unknown to her, for she is a
free spirit, born to FLY, and we will succeed, if, and only if we stick together.
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