The Change

Yesterday sachin made his hundredth hundred and I did a message that no other shweta in this planet had ever done. A girl who always goes against the tide and who lives in extremes, surrendered finally before the powerful force called “the change”. She accepted her defeat and let the God triumph over her downfall. The heavens are celebrating and toasting after breaking the backbone of her hopes. Oh, I am drifting apart from the main thing- “that message”. Let us say that “that message” was a final adieu to her past life. A life which was the source of her living. A life which was in real unreal. She finally understood that she was trying to hold in her fist something which was long gone and is adding miseries to the one she love the most.

                            

                     But after what happened yesterday, is she going to stop dreaming? Is she going to stop hoping? No, never, even if it is going to cost her entire existence. She is going hope that one day the clouds of sadness will go away and the sun of happiness will shine over her. She is going to hope that the birds of dreams will chirp again on the branches of her imaginations and that her wishful acceptance of life will glide away the shadow of gloom that now looms large on her face.