She sat in a corner, feeling lifeless. Fed up with the world. Blade in one hand, and the other hand bleeding rapidly, showing no sign of stopping. Her tear stained face gazed blankly at the picture of the love of her life, who had hurted her, ignored her, mistreated her. On the table was the picture of her parents, dead long time back when she was just four. No friends, all alone. No strength to trust anyone now. Gazing at the river from her window, during dawn. Thinking about her past, her failures, and the feeling of loneliness gradually creeping deep inside her soul. She wanted to end it all. Forever. She takes a knife. She's about to cut her throat when she stops.For she sees a beautiful sight. The sun was rising. Birds were flying in the sky. The leaves of trees moving silently with the wind, whispering to each other. The sky getting brighter and brighter. And it inspires her. Gives her some hope. Hope, for a new beginning. For a new life. So, she controls her tears, washes her face, cleans her wounds caused by the blade and decides to move on. To go out in the world and make a living. Because she has trust on herself, and she knows she can do it. She regains her confidence. And here she is, sitting on the terrace sipping on a cup of coffee, smiling at the old, happy memories of her love, and laughing a tremendous laugh over their jokes. She's smiling because it happened, and is feeling beautiful from inside. Because she has become mature. Because, she has changed from a mere girl to a brave woman!
Hey, back after a long time. But a beautiful memory just grabbed my attention, and I just couldn't resist writing on it! I went to the 28th National Convention organised by SPIC MACAY, a famous society for the promotion of Indian culture amongst youth. It was an enriching experience, and we stayed in NIT Karnataka. The place was extremely serene and beautiful! We were allowed to visit the beach nearby, and I was filled with ecstasy at the very mere thought of visiting the beach. I got a chance when everyone was away for yoga. It was about 5 am in the morning and the sun was rising. Suddenly gripped with excitement, I stuffed some snacks, my diary and my water bottle in my bag and rushed off to the beach. WOW. This was the only word that I could utter when I finally reached the beach.I exclaimed when I stepped on the soft sand of the beach. The sun was rising, and the scene was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I further took steps towards the cold, salt...
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