A Gush Of Emotions...

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 The new dawn of the year seemed promising and I thought that it had the potential to change my life. But it has dashed away all my dreams. I am still sitting with my ruffled hair and my mind is playing all my gloomy memories in a loop. I was happy on seeing the oasis of my dream but when the moments came to cherish it, I found again myself lost in the dreary mundane desert of life. The impressions were like the mirage- (hopes that my tender mind  illusioned still looks like a distant dream.)



Yesterday everything seemed set and I was ready to begin a new year with double commitment to my studies and promised to let go of my egregious habit of hallucination. But I was so engrossed in enjoying the placid waves of my thought, I could not caution myself against the approaching turbulence that could topple down my sea of faith and cause a setback to my voyage.


The previous morning saw all smiles on my face and it was beaming like the glorious Sun that was burning incandescently, spreading warmth in the cold morning. I was in glee that after eight months I would be meeting my pals and mesmerise myself with all the old memories. But who knew that the winter afternoon was waiting like a perilous hole in my path. My heart got numbed and frozen when the mournful news and the cold wind caused my spine to shiver. The tears of my best friend still haunt me and I can hear her sobbing and  praying God to let her live. If God exists then I would like to question Him, “Why her? Why have you given the sweetest girl of the class such a dreadful disease called CANCER? She came to me as an angel in class 9th when I was busy knitting my broken heart which faced the brunt of broken friendships and silly misunderstandings. I finally found my solace in her but she will be soon snatched away from me if You don’t play a miracle. I only pray for her and I plead You to save the sunshine of my life.” 









My mind reminds me of the two quotes from the Fault in Our Stars, “Pain demands to be felt. The world is not a wish granting factory.” This gives me an iota of strength and I promise to be the moon of the sunshine of my life. May Lord give strength to the weary soldier of my heart so that I can face the situations boldly and comfort  my dearie. 


My lovely readers, I request all of you to pray for my bosom friend because I believe that true prayers might reach the ears of the universe-maker and He would  be kind enough to give my friend an elixir which might save her.



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  1. UnknownJanuary 1, 2021 at 9:55 PM

    Let's pray that the beautiful soul (about your friend) will feel better again and let's hope for the best.
    THINGS WILL FALL INTO PLACE.... MAYBE NOT TODAY BUT SOMETIME SOON!!!
    Pain is supposed to be felt but it will get over too... One day....

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    1. Diksha GuptaJanuary 2, 2021 at 4:17 PM

      thanks for your kind words. I hope that everything falls in proper place with time;)

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    2. UnknownJanuary 2, 2021 at 9:43 PM

      Fingers crossed!!!

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