With small scale of joy and happiness born as a human being she was tenterhook-ed by hurdles. She and her mother were born into the world of poverty unable to care for their physical needs.Her father was no more in their picture.Every element of life threw shame at her. Her self consciousness in dress was sordid, the sympathetic glances of teachers and neighbors made her graven. Yes, she suffered from deadliest Diarrhoeal disease which targets malnourished children. Over the months she adapted herself to make her mother happy as she was the only gift of self forgetfulness.While she tried to remain positive her inner soul suffered from depression. Prepared to become her own worse enemy addicted to suicide in name of immolation she hanged to death. She was able to see her mother shedding more tears than ever and herself rotted in grave rotating, rolling along in a plane to get a second chance.
Her soul in hushed tone left a message to this world
HERE, WE NO LONGER LIVE HAPPILY.DEATH WON’T RELIEVE PAIN, IF YOU WANT RELIEF CHOOSE TO LIVE, FIND THE COURAGE TO MAKE TOMORROW . FUTURE IS MYSTERY LAND WHERE BEAUTY OF SKY ILLUMINATES AS THE WORLD IS ENLIGHTENED. MOSTLY, PAIN WILL NOT END FOR YOU AND FOR YOUR LOVED ONE’S . IT WILL GET BETTER, I PROMISE.
About the Guest blogger – Shraesta Suresh
As a child, I wanted to be a doctor then later became a computer science student. Crazy lover of reading and writing ; now I’m more interested in blogging . Emphasis here is on enthusiasm and proof of your inner voice. Starting with least impressive part will get to the good stuff. I feel I’m ready for more challenging and this position really excites me.
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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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