Back then., when i was a kid, my world started with colors and ended with them. My mum always complained that I wasn’t behaving normal.! Can’t blame her. She only wanted her kid to just play in mud like the others do, but I was just too busy for that. I filled in my class notes with various cartoons and my favorite animated characters. I still find a pencil much comfortable when compared to a pen. A pencil and one book and I would ask for nothing else. I would be more than just happy if my mum happens to buy me a “drawing book” and a few “colours”. I saved a drawing book all to myself since my childhood where I drew all my master pieces. My heart almost broke when I realized that some one flicked that book. That being my first ever drawing book still makes me sad even I think about that devastating incident. Form then, I began putting my stuff every close to me. I dreamt of becoming an artist when I was a kid which made me want to become an Architect.. But as I grew up, I began realizing that my parents had altogether different plans for me. “My daughter will become an engineer”, said my dad really proud to everyone around. It was then that I realized that my dream of becoming an Designer was never meant to be fulfilled.
In my life, I put a few things or just say, I marked my own belongings and I trusted that god would never tamper with my stuff, but NO.! Everything I wished must stay with me began vanishing. Angry with my self, I threw away my favorite set of colours out in the garbage! I swore to myself I will never touch colours again in my life, that day. I thought that, he who called himself God, began to snatch everything that ever made me smile. I thought I was totally defeated by this so called HOPE..
But not anymore. I still want all that I desired the most in my life to just come upon me. And I’m sure I’ll wait all my life for it to come true. At present, I think I’m going through a phase where I only see things being taken away from me. Life is just playing a cruel game. But somewhere deep inside, I still have faith that I can do it. And then.,One night, when I was weeping, a dear fairy came up to me.
“ I’m really sorry, honey. I never realized what you wanted. I was just being selfish and I wanted a secured life for you”, she said. When I wiped my tears and looked at her, I saw tears in her eyes. I saw my mum cry for me that night. I was speechless. I felt horrible that day. It was then I decided that I would do engineering, for the dreams my mum carried for me.
“Mum I can do what I want anytime later. I can certainly to do a course in designing anytime mum, so you needn’t worry” I said wiping those precious tears off my mum’s check and trying to console my self that this is the best choice. When I saw a smile across her face, I realized that it was the best thing I ever did as a daughter. I hugged her tight, feeling secured in her arms. “And Mum, who knows. One day I may start loving engineering as well.” I said with a fake smile then which now, I know was the right thing to do. There is nothing more precious to see that smile on her face. Well, I haven’t accepted the defeat yet. Life is too huge for those who want to fulfill their dreams. And I’m certain that one day even I will.
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