There are noises coming from every corner of the room. Children are planning to move out; have a walk, a small chit-chat while going to the water cooler, drink some water till the next teacher comes to class. But Chandni feared even this small break. She could manage studying in classes alone but the break time…..It’s not that she didn’t have any friends. Those were the friends who taught the lesson of her life, who were there for a purpose..
Chandni was an introvert since her childhood. Being in a nuclear family, she was always quiet and calm. She used to have only one or two friends. Her life was confined to only those friends and her family. She was never comfortable at new places or with new people. At school also, Chandni was quite happy with her regular set of friends. Until one day, her friends started playing a sport for the school. They spent all the day in the ground. Even in lunch period, they used to go to canteen and avoided coming back to class. At first, Chandni also wanted to go and play with them. But later thought she may not able to cope up with her studies.
Sitting alone in class was difficult for Chandni. She tried to make friends with others but in vain. Studying could be done without talking but eating? She could not eat without talking to anybody. That sounded like an insane to her. She stopped talking even to her family members. She wanted to lock herself in room; to be away from the world. Those were the first signs of depression in her. Nobody noticed but her mom was concerned. Her mom talked to her and caressed her.
TRANSITION OF EMOTION
Chandni broke down into her mom’s arms. “I don’t want to go to school, nobody talks to me. There is nobody with whom I can laugh, eat and walk along with.” Chandni complained. But her mom was a survivor and she wanted her daughter to be the same. She gave Chandni self improvement books. Chandni had started writing by now. She realized that venting out her emotions on paper was helping her. She felt better. There was a positive change in her. And all thanks to her mom. Chandni always loved reading and writing. And now she found her writing to be therapeutic.
Chandni became confident. Courageous was the word that best described her. New friends filled her life with joy. Chandni was a changed personality now. She never looked back again. Reading different kind of books has become a habit. She was amazed to explore a whole new world through books. Her mom was happy to see this change. It was her mom’s victory.
Chandni made writing her daily habit. She wrote when she felt good; when she felt bad about something. And writing helped her always. She started blogging and was taking one step at a time. She let herself introduced to internet where she made some really good friends. They were helpful to everybody. Chandni never met them but she could sense they all were like-minded. She was in a whole different world now. She was ecstatic to be here; to keep reading new stuff and writing for her own joy and for others. She learnt a new phrase that helping each other is always fun and loving. She was thankful to God that she entered this stage of her life. And will always be grateful to the people around.
About the Guest blogger – Geethica Mehra
My writings are reflections of my views towards life. I believe that whatever happens only happens with a reason. And the best happens when it is not seen. Because holding on believes that there is a past; letting go knows that there is a future. My piece of work gives me a second chance that life denies. My words help me build my character each and every day. I read new articles every day and learn something new from them. And I am trying to write also regularly. All the visuals that happen around me make a place inside my brain waiting to be penned down as beautifully as possible. Travel along my blogs to explore life and it’s happenings through my eyes.
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