Ink on her hands…

ink

The papers were crumpled on the floor,

 the ink was flowing from the table to the floor.

She was sleeping on the table.

With one hand-stained in ink and the other one

under the head on the table and there was suddenly

knocking on the door.

Dhak.. dhak… She woke up with uneasiness,

 the feeling of someone hammering on the head and 

there was her flatmate with the bunch of sticky notes she ordered.

She suddenly asked what Time it was. The flatmate 

responded 12 pm.

She realized that she was late for the literature class. But

she wasn’t even prepared with any article for the class.

But she went anyway.

She wasn’t a confident student of the class,

she sat at the last bench in the right corner with 

a pile of blank white A4 sheets and an ink pen to note

the key points.

Nobody noticed her in the class, not even the teacher.

But she tried to understand every literature chapter.

She made her manuscripts of Shakespeare plays.

And At night she tried to write something magical about 

Experiences and little moments which hold a lot of courage and kindness. But, in self-doubt, she ends up

crumbling the papers and sleeping on the table with ink

on her hands. 

One day, before crumbling the poems at night she slept.

The next day, in a hurry she took the sheets to the class.

And those poems slipped in the class when she was leaving the class

that day.

Her teacher picked the sheets, And she was surprised by

the metaphors, scenarios, and characterization

used in them. The way the words synchronize 

with each other was splendid.

Her teacher took the sheets to the principal.

And those poems were published in the school magazines.

And she was appreciated by everyone.

The point is in life we experience new things,

do we prefer to stick with them for a long time?

but why we begin those things is only the option we have.

This option of choosing to “get started “ or 

“leaving it without giving a shot”.

Things which we choose depends on what

we actually desire to have on our lives.

 

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