Lessons of Miss Life.

For a child world defines the word perfect, complete and fun. The world gives voice to the inner squeals of child. It unfolds before him so many gifts and surprises. Life too seems to go smoothly. For him everything is as beautiful as the castle of Prince charming. The sorrows are like small hunches that end for sure. But as the child grows the knife of life gets sharpens. Some gets used to its brutality and become one with it, killing the innocence in others and some becomes victims of life.

                                    Like many others I come under the label of the victims of life. As a child life has no meaning for me. It never existed in my vocabulary. My world was in my books, in television and in the womb of my mother. These three were my real teachers at that time and all of them taught me that there is nothing bad in this world.  That Sorrows comes in the lives of people who are evil but those who are good and are innocent never gets the wrath of God. Every word of their teachings seemed true to me till I stepped out of my house and met the different creations of God. Cautious advice was passed that “never to trust or let others ruin you”. It entered from one ear and was out from another as I saw smiling faces all around me, welcoming me. At once, I became theirs. I did everything to comfort them when they suffered from something and when something troubled I shared everything with them, without knowing that they have no interest in my babble. But as I was getting acquainted with the idea of life, love knocked on my door.

                        Unbelievable, astonishing, crazy, yes, these are the words that define my condition. Love shadowed all my worries. It became my umbrella that saved me from the torrential rainfall of sadness. I forgot everything and cradled my love with utmost care. First love is fresh like fragrant raindrops in a sun shower. It intoxicates your entire being. Everything about it is so strong that even now, the mere thought of it arouses goose bumps in me. Nothing seems impossible and for a girl like me it felt just like what Alexander must have felt after conquering almost all the parts of world. But I neglected the fact that the same feelings are not nested in the bosom of the other side. Have you guessed the end already? Smart. Let me put in words who are still guessing and save the time. What happened was that my world came crashing down. Every belief of mine was bled till the end. The broken pieces are still there, stuck in my heart causing me immense pain every time my heart beats.  This is how Life made me her victim and then the new lesson was learnt “that nothing is good in this world. That sorrows comes in the lives of innocents and evil minds shares the piece of cake with God.”