Hope

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The soft crumble of the gravel was the only sound that echoed throughout the empty plain.

Two sets of frightened eyes widened and searched the land every time they heard the noise.

“How much further?” questioned the boy, before rubbing his lips to try and bring some moisture back to them. But to no effect.

A girl, elder of the two looked down before squinting her eyes in the direction ahead. They were far from any civilization and stuck in the middle of the barren land with no sign of food or water. This worried her immensely. Especially seeing the condition of her brother. Two days of walking and swallowing only air had done him no favors. But she knew what had to be done.

They had to find shelter. Fast.

Running was not easy. Not the physical exertion of it; but moving on from the place you called home, or the people you called family and friends. But it had to be done. They had no where to go and running seemed like the only option at the time. She had no regrets. Except maybe being able to carry some more provisions for her little brother. The only family she had left. She did not want him to be taken to a foster home and be separated from the only person who could help keep their memories of their parents alive.

So they packed their bags and left. A perfectly logical move. Neither wanted to be away from the other. But as she thought back, she did not want either of them to die and become a snack for the vultures soaring above. Dying, either by starvation or death, was definitely not part of her plan.

“When all else fails, remember to keep your spirit, your heart, and you hope alive”

Her dear mum always would say these words despite the obstacles they overcame. And she would do that as well. Anything for the one she loved.

Squinting ahead she saw smoke billowing in the far away distance.

“Hope” she whispered marching forwards, fervently hoping for some sign of life, food and water. Not for her; but for the tiny soul she wanted to protect with all her heart.

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A Walk Through

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As she stood there, her robe billowing in the breeze; she inhaled deeply.

Standing up on her tip toes, she stretched her hands far and wide and she felt the wind blowing around her. She inhaled the clean, fresh scent of the rain and mud. A heady combination. The fog surrounding her dampened her hair, but the cold didn’t seem to faze the silent figure. In fact, she welcomed it.

The girl stood there, seeping in everything with her senses. And as she opened her eyes; the hazel met the green. Her gasp of wonder was muffled by the strong breeze.

She had been praying for this place. A place of beauty and calm. She needed someone; anyone who could help her. Show her the way forward.

Everything was going on fine in her life. But somehow, she felt suffocated and lonely. A dull buzzing of people around her in the darkness; enough to make any person lose their mind. But, after what seemed like eternity, it hit her. The darkness would be there. It was always going to be there unless …She found her own sunlight. She had to find peace within herself; the strength and belief that she could get through on her own.

With a smile she gazed ahead. She had done it. The path forward was there; the tranquility was there. She had been hoping for so long to find it, that it took her a moment to actually believe it was there. Sure there was a heavy fog, BUT she was sure that whatever lay on the road ahead, she could get through it. There would be some wrong turns and landslides; but now that she saw it, she was going to continue walking through. In the light. The darkness now a dim memory.

All she needed was direction, and time. Time for healing herself before starting on a new, more true journey of finding who she is and what she is doing with her life.

“I can do this” she said to herself slowly before taking a step forward…..

…..and just like that with a gasp she awoke in the sterile hospital room. “I can do this!”

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Change – (Story)

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The wind whipped at her hair as she stood against the breeze. She could feel the sand between her toes, and could feel herself sinking whenever it got wet.

“I knew I would find you outside” said her friend coming over and standing beside her.

Both the girls stood, hand in hand and they took in the vast ocean ahead of them. So much had changed in one night. One of them was leaving town to pursue her career while the other had just been engaged to her long term boyfriend.

“I can’t believe everything that happened in just one night” said one while the other just looked on.

There was a time when they would walk over to the same beach and pretend to guess what they would do next year or in another ten years. Teenagers casually making jokes and laughing off about how their future would be like.

Now, everything they had worked towards and dreamed about, was actually happening. But a lot more quickly then they could adjust.

But they were happy. Giddy and excited about the future and what it had in store for them.

“You two can’t just leave me in a room full of testosterone!” said another girl huffing her way down towards them.

“We thought you could handle them all by yourself” laughed the remaining two as they walked towards her eyeing her full grown baby bump. The girls continued walking along the shore, chatting up and crying at private jokes they shared when they were 10. Sure, they were overwhelmed by everything happening, but that did not mean they couldn’t enjoy a little private time by themselves.

Sometimes in life, we will be thrown odd little curve balls our way. Sometimes we can duck, other times get hit directly in the face. But we should shake it off and move on. That’s life. And moving on is the only thing you can do.

It’s true what people say, change is inevitable. A CEO, a fiance, a mother and a godmother. So many changes, all in just one night.

But it’s the good kind of change we all have to look forward to and adjust with the rest. Because let’s face it, without change, life would be pretty dull.

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New Chapter – (Story)

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She stared at the blank page in front of her as she fiddled around with the ball point pen in her hand.

Writing came to her as easy as breathing. It always had. Despite what everyone else said, she made no effort. She just had to sit down and the words flowed automatically from within her.

But it had to be on paper. There was something refreshing about writing down on a crisp new page; and the feeling of scratching down whatever that didn’t work showed how much effort you put in writing down your thoughts when you saw it after a long time.

But somehow the past few weeks, something within her had held her back. There were no significant changes in her life; just the usual monotony of a normal routine. She was also close to the deadline of presenting her story to the board of directors at the company she worked for.

But she was drawing a blank. Despite the motivation she got from her friends, she had gotten a feeling she was broken. Till now.

Her little niece was out playing in the backyard, welcoming the new season; and she had taken a branch of flowers and kept in on her table. Something about the smell of those freshly plucked flowers, and the screaming of kids outside on the street and in her backyard let the wheels of her brain loose.

As she filled out page after page, she started smiling a bit more.

“It looks like the words were there all along”, her brother said peering down and peeking at the written matter. “Seems like it”, she laughed out swatting her elder brother and closing the door shut behind him.

She called out her manager, proof read everything and scanned the pages to send it to her all the while screaming and dancing about her room; feeling like she just had won the noble peace prize.

“Someone seems to have gotten their mojo back” a quite voice called from the back. Her sister, silently came in and sat down at the end of her bed; showing off her growing baby bump.

She laughed again feeling lighter than ever, remembering a line she had written in her new novel. Something about writing, always made her feel free.

“Sometimes we feel like we lost something, when in fact we just needed sometime to find ourselves. I never was broken. I didn’t lose my talent; I simply needed time to take a step back and take it all in”

And just like that the two sisters stepped out, to welcome the new season along with their entire family.

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Flying High – (Story)

A single trickle rolled down his cheek and landed on the back of his hand.

Despite his noiseless attempt of trying and failing to be quiet; a lot of people were looking at him. But did he care? No. Everyone seated was facing the similar grief; the loss of someone they knew and loved. Thinking about what everyone else was thinking, was probably the last thing on his mind.

To be honest, he should have known. Or at least expected it one time or another. It wasn’t morbid thinking; just a reality. When you are in the army, life expectancy is numbered. You’re going to war, and saving your country. Casualties are expected.

But even though, it hurts to lose someone close to you.

Dad. The very thought brought a fresh wave of tears. He no longer had his buddy. No longer someone he could share his problems with. His mum had left him and his little sister a long time ago; so it was just the three of them. But that was enough.

His little sister didn’t know. She was alone at home and this wouldn’t be a way he would choose to let her know.

He often spoke about it. Both of them did. You can’t help but think about the last time you get to see your loved ones and hold them and talk to them; right before leaving.

“If I go, I want you to take me back home. Whatever you can find of me. Any piece, doesn’t matter. I want to be taken home and then cremated”. He was adamant. “And you tell your little sister personally. No telephone calls. My last time, I would like to be with my family. I want to be home”. His words seem oddly far away now.

They had a day before going back home. Everything was fine. Then suddenly, one shot, one life; all gone. With some courage, he glanced up towards the people resting around the coffin. Many were his dad’s friends. His brothers in arms. They had lost their brother; and the grief etched on their face was unbearable to watch. But, somehow it reminded him that he was not the only one suffering.

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Sparing a glance at the box, a rush of memories hit him. They were gliding, and his dad seemed intent on making it a special day for the three of them. He was only twelve years old as he and his sister screeched with happiness seeing their dad high
up soaring in the air. He was going to work the next day, and somehow he needed his children to have a good time.

“If I don’t come back, I don’t want you to feel any regret. I did what I had to. Someday you will understand. But always remember, I’ll be flying over your heads looking after you two. Okay?” he had said looking at them directly. They were far too young to understand, but always knew. He mind flashed to his sister.

She will be devastated. She idolized him. She would be heartbroken. But she would accept and understand. Just like he did.

A sharp ray of sunlight got him straight in the eye. He adjusted the his position of seating, avoiding the gazes of everyone in the vicinity, as he looked outside. “Almost home” he thought to himself as he looked at the horizon line.

Just as he thought it, the clouds cleared; he was twelve again seeing his dad gliding beside the plane, now carrying his body.

Sparing no thought around, he broke down in the sorrow of losing his only parent and his best friend.

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