Acceptance and hope

I’ve seen people battle it out for every precious second of their lives. Not a day goes without hurting a little bit more than yesterday, shedding an extra tear but still, they survive.

The things that keep them alive are acceptance. Acceptance towards the fact that, the path of life isn’t a cake walk and we have to fight no matter what.

Other thing is hope. A hope that one day, tomorrow will be better than today. A hope that, one day they are gonna make it to the summit, victorious, ready for yet another battle.

Struggle

There is always something greater, much bigger than your problems. That can be your hope or determination. It can also be your perseverance or maybe, your will power.

So,just keep going. Because we all are shaped by our struggles. Sometimes, we may not succeed but surely learn.

Unpredictable: when life surprises you

Raman is sitting on the front porch of his house. It looks like he is engaged in some kind of deep thought, with onr hand on his cheek and biting the nails off the fingers of the other one. 

Today, the weather is somewhat resplendent as compared to other days. A little ahead of his house. some boys are playing cricket with their usual screaming and chatters. Also small kids are engaged in some kind of games and they were shouting on top of their voices.

But their chaos seems to be not enough to ruffle Raman’s pensive mood. He appears to be very nervous as his legs are trembling in an uncontrollable rhythm. 
Raman’s family was fed up of his carefree attitude in life and seldom found him taking interest in studies. He would often bunk classes and his short-tempered nature was the matter of concern for his parents. 

But he was one charming boy. In spite of all this, he never hurt his parents. Kind and helpful, Raman was everyone’s favourite. People always raved about his helping nature. 

Raman is still engaged in deep thinking. Just then, a familiar voice broke his concentration. “Ma wants you to come in” said his kid brother. “I’ve packed your lunch. Please try to eat it in time” his mother says in concern. Raman replies in an assuring tone, “I will, Ma. I should leave now. See you at evening” 

He turns towards his two kid brothers and gives them a peck on their soft cheeks. The boys hug him back and bid goodbye. As Raman leaves the house, tears welled down the cheeks of his mother, who is witnessing the tiny shoulders of his 16-year old son getting burdened with responsibilities. 

She goes inside the house and takes a glance at a garlanded picture and breaks down. Her two sons, both aged 4 and 5 respectively, watch their mother in bewilderment not knowing how to react. 

Two months ago, her husband died after losing a prolonged battle with cancer. Leaving behind heaps of responsibilities on her and his carefree young son, Raman.

Tales of a dreamer #8

Can I hope for something good?

The last time I actually made a point to speak my heart-content to somebody, was never! I usually don’t bother to let anyone know what I feel because there’s always a feeling that they wont understand. They would never respect my feelings. Of course, I used to share everything with my once best friend but even she wouldn’t know my deepest thoughts. She could never find out what kind of battle I was fighting.

The struggle of forcefully putting up a bright smile when I want to cry, staying on course with the people around, having to put on a mask of pretending, she would never know. That was so difficult to even express. She knew about my family and always said that I was strong to cope up with everything. But I was not!

Well, this time at the college I was left astounded by my own actions. The guy who tried to help me and I was rude enough to blow him off, actually turned out to be my senior. He was cordial enough to confront me everyday, about how I was feeling. At first, I was cynical of the guy’s behaviour towards me his pleasant demure transformed my opinions about him. Also someone other than mom was being so concerned about me.

Gradually, we got into talking and he was the only one in the college who I can easily trust. He came with no complaints, no demands. Like school, I managed to make fewer friends in my own class. They were fun to hang out with but with him, it was totally different.

Once while chatting after a class, he questioned about that day. Honestly. I was surprised to know that he was still onto that episode. I quickly averted my eyes from him and hoped that he would drop the subject.

He kept asking me calmly and I don’t know what propelled me to tell him the truth. I told him that I was really scared. And then quickly ran towards the washroom. I hope he understood that I didn’t want the conversation to be dragged further.

At night while sleeping, I tried to recall what happened in the day earlier. I felt a sigh of relief having finally let out what was jumbling in my head for so long. And suddenly realised that, I should have told him everything.

To be continued…