Lessons of Life (LOL)

My dad had just promised me to buy my favorite dress. I was flabbergasted. “But”, he continued. I smiled to myself, I knew it was coming. “You’ve to   help  me  get  some  grocery  for  the  house.”  I  gaped  at  him.  “Do  you  mean  I’ve   to go  to that  crowded  vegetable  market  which has  the  ability  to suffocate   me to  death!?”  I asked.  He just nodded. “It’s fatal and dangerous for a small girl like me!” I  protested with a puppy face. He shrunk his eyes at my over  reaction.  “Okay. Maybe you are too small for that dress too!” he said and  got  up  to  leave.  I felt  like  a  golden  opportunity  slipping  out  of  my  finger  tips  as  that  dress was  really worth it. “Okay!  Dad,  I’m ready  for it!”  I said  and got  up with  a  spark  in my  eye  as   if  I were  a   soldier   on a  life   taking  mission.  He shook his head as if  I  were   hopeless.   “Let’s  go and  get done  with  the  veggies  and  then,  hit  the  store  for  my dress!”  I spoke.  The

I slouched in my armchair, still quite strained about the loss of my one and a  half marks and the friendship of an immensely sterling friend. Every time my  brother  would see my nerve-racked,  he  would  drag  me  to  a  burger   parlor  to make  me feel  mentally convalescent,  but  he  wasn’t  home  that  day.  ‘I hope  he  is back soon’, my mind chanted. It didn’t  take more  than a few  minutes for  my wish  to be granted.  My brother saw  me, smiled  and asked,  “What now?” As always, I acted reluctant, because I few I could throw a few tantrums in   front    of  him.  Finally, I bursted  out telling him  all my hassles.  “Let’s go, outside.   It   might  just make you feel better.” Oh,   I was  waiting for my share of burger and cold drink. I got up at once. We drove out in his car. I mutely waited to get to my mouth  watering      treat.  I was  very agitated  at what my life  had become.  I had lost a best friend and I  had scored  very less in  my exams.  I was on the 

Little, glimmering and delicate pearls were falling down from the heavens. They were ready to hit any surface and burst themselves, dividing them into multiple tinier ones. They were as soft as velvet and as desirable as the genie’s three wishes. They drenched everything in their way, and cooled down its temperature, making it calm. I went out of the dry shade I was under. The indiscriminate drops gradually soaked me in their swampy nature too. The soft shower couldn’t cool me down. It brought back memories of happiness that made me gloomier. Once it had brought smiles to me but, now as it reminded me of my grins, it took them away simultaneously.   I sat down on the fresh grassy plot, not being in a state to ponder on what other people would think of me. My eyes impersonated the clouds and departed a flow of watery drops from themselves. Tears rolled down my cheeks because of the rain that could make everything elated but me. My egressed drops blended with those of the hea

‘I believe in miracles, and God is the best one happened to me ever.’ “Go, clean  the   small temple  in  our house.”  My  dad  said,  and  I  was  off  at once!  First,  I  took out all  the  idols of  the Almighty  and  kept  them  on a glass table.  They  had  gathered  a bit  of  dust  on  them,  but  that  didn’t decrease  their   purity even  by a single  fraction.  Then, I started brushing off that dirt from  the  sculptures  with  a  clean  cloth,  one by one. I took up the smiling  diminutive  statue  of Lord   Shiva  and  started wiping it,  while I was lost in  my  thoughts.  Not a  single  good  occurrence  had taken place that  day. I  felt like   I  had  been  given  the  gift  of life which attracted to it the curse of  suffering  and  agony   like  a  magnet.  The negativity of the curse had grown  so  powerful  that  the  gratefulness and desire of life had lost before  it. A tear  spun  down  my  cheek  and landed on Lord Shiva’s statue. I was   unconscious  of