One day a li'l girl was sitting on a bench by the road. Memories took her to some other time, some other place a sweet fragrance filled her nostrils, happiness her mind and without her knowledge a smile stretched on her face.Busy with her thoughts she din't realize that it was raining. She looked at the dull grey sky and the raindrops falling on her forehead made her even happier. The sky wasn't dull any longer rather it was full of life and joy for her. She sat their till the grey sky turned into reddish brown and enjoyed d pat of every drop on her face as it was God's way to encourage her for whatever she has done in her small journey of life.
On the way to her home she was hopping, running, playing on the road. She thought about all the people who doesn't like her, not because she ain't good but because thy can't see things she do the way she can, and after a long thinking process she concluded that how does it matter? She thought about herself, everything that happens happens for the good of someone, there is no intentions of hurting someone but if anyone can't understand it this way what is her fault in it? The person whose opinion or deed is supported by many may be wrong but the world agrees just because they all think alike, WRONG! She thought about the people in her life who never liked her because she can't please 'em but this is not what she's sent to this world for. Entering her home she heard the yell of her mother and she prepared herself to face her wrath for being out in the rain :(
After cleaning the dinner table she came to her bed and was thinking about the same people. Following one's conscience turns out to be a mistake many a times, without the intention of making her mother angry she did so, without the intention of hurting a child her mother did so. Her eyelids were not following the orders of her brain and were demanding sleep whereas her brain was roaming in some other world of right or wrong, black and white, good and bad. Like most of the times the labor won and the master has to agree, her eyes closed like the petals of a flower and the brain has to slow down the thinking dreams replaced the world of good and bad in her mind with some other fairy tale..
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On the way to her home she was hopping, running, playing on the road. She thought about all the people who doesn't like her, not because she ain't good but because thy can't see things she do the way she can, and after a long thinking process she concluded that how does it matter? She thought about herself, everything that happens happens for the good of someone, there is no intentions of hurting someone but if anyone can't understand it this way what is her fault in it? The person whose opinion or deed is supported by many may be wrong but the world agrees just because they all think alike, WRONG! She thought about the people in her life who never liked her because she can't please 'em but this is not what she's sent to this world for. Entering her home she heard the yell of her mother and she prepared herself to face her wrath for being out in the rain :(
After cleaning the dinner table she came to her bed and was thinking about the same people. Following one's conscience turns out to be a mistake many a times, without the intention of making her mother angry she did so, without the intention of hurting a child her mother did so. Her eyelids were not following the orders of her brain and were demanding sleep whereas her brain was roaming in some other world of right or wrong, black and white, good and bad. Like most of the times the labor won and the master has to agree, her eyes closed like the petals of a flower and the brain has to slow down the thinking dreams replaced the world of good and bad in her mind with some other fairy tale..
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