Not long ago i met someone who has changed my life in a better way. She lifted me up when I was going through the most rough time. The time when I had considered myself as a trivial but she had set some different opinions about me. No! She has never made me feel special or pampered me through sugar-coated words. But she would sit with me during my low and let me burst out like an volcano. She would listen to my inside fights or the goals I wanted to accomplish but somehow I couldn't able to. She knew the deepness of the scars on my skin. But whenever I asked her, what kind of relationship we've been sharing or who is she to me? She would start beaming and said "A friendly stranger" and I was never able to understand the meaning of these three words. For me she was a person who had helped me to find the real version of myself when I was lost in a crowd and tumbling consistently on the ground and then from somewhere one hand came along and pulled me out of the crowd. That one hand held me up and created a strong grip. That one hand taught me to stand out in a crowd without shaking. And then one day when I entered into the crowd again, and I did'nt feel like being shrugged off or lost. Instead i felt oriented and powerful and this miracle had happened just because of that one "friendly stranger". But where she is now?..... I don't know because I lost that hand in the same crowd where I had hold her for the first time. Years whirred by and still whenever my heart beats her name ; I repeat her three words only "A friendly stranger" . Karan Singh Bhadauria Instagram|@karannnn4 .
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
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Part of the day you laugh, enjoy, have fun and even think, " Boy! I have the best brother/sister in the World." Fast forward, later on in the day, silly argument, quarrels, fights, dislike, and you think, " Ayayayay! Why do I wish he/she disappears?"
I've been there! I hear you! That's how crazy it is! It will never be all smooth and easy peasy. It's a rough road. You wonder why? Why does it happen that way? Well! For starters, you came from the same source, but just like every other human being you've met seemed to be different. It's the same scenario with your siblings. They are multi-coloured. They have different personalities.
You've got to accept and respect the differences. Live with them. Expect that it will never be lovey-dovey. It will forever be ups and downs. Stop the over expectations. Accept each other's flaws. Well! Just like after a storm is sunshine, and after a sunshine is storm, then it's the same scenario with you two.
They care about you. They don't hate you. Dislike may happen during the anger period but it will go and guess what ? It may come again.
What goes round comes around! Share your funny fights siblings story below!
As she plugged in the earphones and inserted the ear buds into the ear canal, the melody started diffusing through the ears to all over her head. for a moment she felt relaxed but then again she started feeling depressed and kind of heaviness on her heart. She thought music would heal her as it was a best therapy for her since childhood, but this time music failed to rescue her from the darkness. The old 90's songs of mohammad rafi couldn't help her anymore, she got more despondent and blank. The sadness was at its peak, she wanted to cry but she couldn't. Sometimes crying helps you to outlet the pain, but some sadness won't produce tears and it's worse than crying.
In the midst of her thoughts, her eyes caught the lower wooden drawer in her room, she opened it promptly and took out the diary as if the white clean pages were ready to get witness a new story on them. She grasped a courage and pen down her first thoughts on the paper in bold letters . , I'M DEPRESSED" .
That day a new writer was born and through her vision and words she started healing people. That day she threw the earphones and took a pen instead. Neither in music nor in some great t.v series, she found her peace in her personal diary where billion of words were buried inside it. But nobody would ever know because it's personal. .