NEVER ENDING IF NOT AN HAPPY ENDING!! :)

                         

       The tick-toking clock on the wall informed her it was 12:30 p.m in the afternoon....only 12:30?? She shuddered to think of how slowly time would pass that day, though she hadn't had her breakfast yet.

        The warm afternoon sunlight was pouring into her room from the eastern windows bathing her in its glow. She closed her eyes in contentment and realized what exactly she needed at the moment. Unconsciously she started walking towards the direction of the temple, which she had once visited after someone "then" really close to her had told about it. That place reminded her of the few sweet memories which brought a cute smile on her face which was soon followed by the hard memories and tears flowed down her cheeks. She started walking away hiding her tears, and she came across an old tree which ones looked full with leaves and flowers. She had adored the same tree every time she saw, she thought everything around looked nice and beautiful “then”. But now the tree looked dead. Now had changed so drastically from then. The withering leaves at the tips of the branches confirmed her worst fears.

     'It isn't dead yet' a voice spoke from behind. She turned around to look at a wrinkled old man with a clutching stick in his hand. She asked 'How do you know?'

He smiled.'You see those upper branches' he pointed in the direction- 'look closely…… can't you see something there.. a little away from dried leaves?'
She followed his gaze and squinted in the sunlight.

Her eyes widened because sure enough, she could see tiny green leaflets sprouting from the tip of a branch. He was right.

'I think your eyesight is better than mine Uncle.....' She said with a surprise.

‘Eyesight has nothing to do with it....' he added- 'I could see because I was looking for it. You didn't see because you believed the tree was dead.'

       Suddenly her face broke into the widest smile in months. How foolish had she been to assume that her story was over! The story of life was ever-changing....ever-evolving.

It simply never ended. As long as she was alive and breathing, as long as she could feel the heat of the sun, as long as she could dream. She knew she had a purpose. She had a hundred more stories to write, a thousand more smiles to spread and a million more lives to touch. She need not worry about her ending anymore. For her, the story was only just the beginning, like a famous saying every cloud has a silver lining! She believed in herself and hoped to look for a golden lining!!

                         

PS: Only you can lift up yourself in the worst times of fear and failure. You were meant to be awesome, not perfect.