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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The Secret Life – (Story)

The conference room was filled with the murmur of voices; some approving, some disapproving as a single file of interns and junior managers stood by. Some of them were fumbling while presenting their work; others were sweating profusely despite the air conditioning of the building.

“Get to the point !” barked one senior executive who had taken one look around the entire table; pausing at the end to stare at a woman, and voiced out what they all were thinking. A babysitting shit fest.

The woman at the end seemed unconcerned about the on goings. She was used to this. Unending days of endless meetings. Ramblings. Some productive, others not so much.

Today was one such instance. Her father had managed to convince her to ask the juniors at work and hear out their ideas for the upcoming meetings. “Including everyone for a productive workplace” were some of his words. She liked to think it was just babysitting them. Apparently so did the rest.

As she focused on around the table she saw what she had exactly expected. Over eager, over achieving kids pretending to know more than they do; surrounded by a bunch of people who seemed to have forgotten that they started out in exactly the same place as these kids. Predictable.

She took in the entire room before shifting her gaze to the view outside. The sky was clear, a rare sight. “That will be all” she declared, cutting of an intern before rising up and walking over to the glass facade. It took a moment for everyone to grasp the situation before they began filing out.

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Yes. She was cold. And rude. It didn’t bother her. She needed some time alone before immersing herself in another one of those monotonous talks. It was a perfect day outside. Perfect for a walk in the park. Perfect to sit and do nothing. Perfect to paint. Her fingers twitched at the thought.

Yes. She was the ruthless CEO of a vast business empire built by her father. And no, it was not handed to her despite what people assumed. She and the business grew side by side. It was her father’s dream for him and her.

Father and Daughter. Unbeatable team.

So naturally when she finished high school, despite knowing what she wanted to do; her choice was already made. She loved art, the beauty and dual nature of simple and complex is what attracted her towards it, in the first place. But her father had plans. It seemed that after her mother passed away, she had taken her place in the ‘Dream Team’. Business is what she was taught from the beginning. And that’s what she continued to learn; simply because it pleased her dad.

And she excelled. Naturally.

But, years of studying at Harvard Business School, and working her way up in their own company had done nothing to diminish the craving that she had felt the first day she had picked up a paint brush. So she created an alter ego. The smart, shrewd business woman of the Upper East Side was replaced by a young carefree painter who simply sat on the streets during the weekend painting for people who loved her art. It made her happy.

Not that her father knew. And she preferred the secret life. No complications. She wasn’t a coward. She just loved her father dearly, and seeing him happy brought her joy as well. She just had to ignore the steel and glass rooms and subdued discussions with boring and uninteresting people who seemed to judge her for who she appeared to take on the role as. A privileged self entitled bitch.

“Your father is ready for the meeting Ma’am”, murmured a low male voice, startling her train of thought. She turned and locked eyes with the man before inclining her head; a sign of confirmation.

Another endless day. Another tedious hour. Maybe she could let her alter ego deal with it and not think much about it. Maybe she would paint about it tonight. Lucky she lived alone.

With a long wistful look at the street and the people down below, she braced herself for another colourless hour before striding in her father’s cabin.

“Gentleman, a pleasure to meet you. Now let’s get started …..”

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Moonlight – (Story)

It was the dead of the night and nothing could be heard except the rustling of leaves in the park. Not even the footsteps of a willowy figure walking through.

Crunch. crunch. crunch.

As he stepped over a particular area filled with the fallen leaves of the trees; the sound echoed. He was startled by it. The noise seemed strangely loud and close, and the thoughts which had plagued his mind; now a distant but tormented memory.

As he paused to adjust the strap of his bag which was digging his shoulder he looked around. It was dark. Not dark in a harrowing way. It was the kind of darkness he welcomed. Darkness and peace to help him sort out his thoughts.

He squinted his eyes trying to decipher the outline of a bench nearby. And as he eased himself on it, he gasped in pain that shot out through his ribs.

“Good old Dad” he thought before grimacing and adjusting to a more suitable position. He let go of the bag which was almost overflowing with stuff and got out a piece of paper from his jacket. It had seen better days.

The paper was crumpled to the point of being torn. As the boy unfolded it gently he was greeted with a large stain. A stain that largely resembled blood. Dried blood.

Unknowingly, his hand went to check his nose as he re-read the letter. It was from his mum. Written for him to be opened on his 18th birthday. He checked his damaged watch to remind himself that he was an adult now, and soon enough after the bus arrived he would also be free.

He had been accepted into one of the top institutions for ballet training. On full scholarship. A prestige to learn with the best of the best.  An honor is what his teachers had told him.

Unfortunately, no one told that to his Dad.

“You Gay?!” is what he roared after hearing the news. He father was a free thinker and for him to use the term in a derogatory way made him gape. Did it matter? To his father it did.

“Dancing is for girls” is what he had kept saying ever since his mum had passed away and the money from the ballet performances she did stopped coming home. His father had spiraled into an alcoholic and violent state. But his mum had given him hope. And talent.

Despite being beaten to the point of unconsciousness he made sure to read her letter at midnight on his 18th birthday for some support. She knew that her son was talented and she had left some money for him to follow his dreams. Away from the eyes of her squandering husband.

The honk of the bus slowly brought him back to the present. The driver was looking at him expectantly. He got up slowly, fighting back tears of sadness and pain as he walked over.

But he felt alone. So lonely. He missed his mum.

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And as a sign, just as he was about to step on inside the bus; the skies cleared away for a bright moon to shine on through the darkness. And he smiled. Just as she had said in her last letter to him.

He wasn’t alone. His mum was going on this journey with him. He was going to experience new things, for her.

It was like he was 9 years old again and she was sitting beside him saying, “I got your back Buddy”

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Ready. Set. GO! – Chase your Dreams

So the last time I wrote, was me coming out of a slump basically. I needed an outlet and it was getting difficult for me to not sink into a deep pit of unhappiness. (pretty dark?! I KNOW!!) 

It’s true when they say; you never truly value something until you realize it’s gone.

Well that’s what happened to me. I didn’t notice my attitude evolving so much more when I wrote. And since I wasn’t doing it anymore, I kept feeling lost. And hollow. But unlike some people, I actually knew what I had to do to get back. Write.

But then I kept asking myself, now what? You know what your supposed to do; what your meant to be doing. But how do you start? When do you start? Do you look for some sign? Do you wait for the perfect moment? Well I say go for it! (think of it like just jumping into a swimming pool, knowing your arms and legs will help keep you afloat and alive…maybe not the best example if your a swimmer but you get what I’m trying to say right?)

We are excited, and want to go after our dreams, but just as we are about to take the first step we stop. Why? To search for a better time?

In all honesty I can just say that it’s us. We make excuses. To get the perfect camera, or to buy the best laptop or to just have your own work station at work or at home. This is our mind showing us a way out because we begin to doubt our ability. But all this is not necessary!

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Being happy is about living in the moment.

A child is happy when you give it a new toy. Immediately it is put to use. There is no doubt if the child thinks it is new, or second hand or even if it is the same toy they had lost a while back. Then why are we any different? Why can’t we do the same? I kept thinking the same thing, until I one day woke up and said, NO MORE! No more sulking. If I want to write then I will. I will make do with what I have and it will be the best that I can do at that time. I can’t live doubting myself and regretting not taking any action.

So get up! You do not need to compare yourself with anyone. We are blessed with whatever we have. So go after your dreams! Work towards your happiness! Only YOU can change your life. So get ready and make it happen!

As Nicole Williams wisely said; The world is your playground.

I am working towards my writing. This helps me personally keep a positive outlook and grow as a person. Hopefully I can inspire some people on my journey as well.

What are you working towards? I would love to know!

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