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.