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Once upon a time a little girl in a red coated silver gown got up the stage to sing a song in her school festival. She was so excited to perform in front of all. She rehearsed many times before her performance day. When she got up to the stage, she saw many gazes were rested on her. Nervousness mounted over her. The band started the music and she sang with the rhythm of music. But due to that nervousness she forgot some lines and started to fumble. The student started to laugh and mock at her. Her vision got blurry with tears and she couldn't sing anymore. She had to stop in the middle of her performance. She returned home with teary eyes and with an anguish heart. That night she cried her heart out. Her mom and dad tried to soothe her, but nothing worked out. 

That day remained as a nightmare for her, for the next couple of years. It was difficult for her to face people after that incident. She became an introvert person, started to hate attention and liked to be a wallflower at parties. She became shy, quiet and one of the back benches of her school and no one talked to her unless they needed something from her. She also preferred to be a loner.

One day she decided to win over her fear. She never wanted that life, but that happened to her. She held her pen and paper and made a list of ‘What to do’. She also explored the internet to find solutions to her problem. She tried several weird methods; singing aloud in a park or open area, greet to each and every person she met, changed her hair style and got a new makeover. But nothing worked out; she needed that inspiration to let out her fear.

One day she got that inspiration. Her source of inspiration was her own will power and her parent’s hope. Her parents supported her and they gave emphasize to one thing, ‘Never give up’. She came to know that to disclose the fear, she has to face it. She kept her positive attitude towards life and did another stage show. During her performance, she rediscovered herself and realized the power of optimism. Eventually she also comprehended that her personality has nothing to do with her phobia.

That little girl was me, who is now not-a-little-girl anymore. That scar from childhood left a deep imprint in my soul. Now also I’m having difficulties in doing something in front of others and now also I’m keep trying to improve myself. But I have found my optimism and I will definitely carry an optimistic girl tag. But my personality changed, I’m now an extrovert person with bubbly character. I had decided to look up at life and that changed my views towards life.   

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Sitting in a car, I observed the surroundings; a young couple enjoying their ice creams, a happy family moving parallel to me with a bike, a cute girl holding her mama’s hand to cross the road and some people screaming on footpath to sell their wares. I could see the clear examples of happiness, hope, love, trust, sorrow. The red light glow and the timer of traffic started to count down. I closed my eyes and a thousand flashes from my past played in my mind.

Four years before my parents decided to select a suitable groom for me out of many proposals that came for me, but I already had someone in my heart. So I had to reveal my relationship status in front of my parents. After so much denial they finally agreed with my choice and they called him for a meeting.

My parents seemed to impress after meeting him and processed further the marriage proposal. Our engagement was done in a grand way; we took the blessings from elders and heard our friend’s banters. The moment was captured in thousand clicks. When everything was picture perfect, life played a nasty game with me. The news broke me and shattered my dreams of a happy and blessed married life.

He was no more; I lost him in a dreadful accident. I was too shocked to react something, the truth was bitter and I was in no condition to accept it. I closed myself in a room for a whole week. My relatives and friends showered their sorrows and sympathies for me. I was lost in my void thoughts, when something inspired me to move forward in my life.

Then I decided to leave the misery, grief and move forward in my life. I shared my thoughts with my parents and they supported me. I decided to study further and complete my master degree. Papa used to tell me,‘The deep past should be buried; if you always look back at your past, then you can’t start a new chapter named ‘present’ of your life.’

I changed the place to leave behind the negative atmosphere and settled in another city closed to my university. I found my optimism in the motivations and lessons of life. I started my new life with lots of enthusiasm. I made new friends, gave focus on my studies and learned how to be on my own. I had never been apart from my parents. I was too much dependable on them.  At first I felt difficult, but eventually coped with the surroundings. I had successfully completed my master’s degree and got placed in a multinational company. My parents shined with pride and joy for my success.  

The sound of horns brought me back from my thoughts and I restarted my car to move further.     

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Family is my pillar of strength and the ones who supported me during my rough time. My parents are the best parents in the world; they have guided me, disciplined me, loved me, protected me, supported me, taught me and helped me in taking the right decision. They have stood by my side in my every decision. Till now they never spoke rudely with me.

My father is in the corporate sector and my mother is in the teaching profession. The whole week I don’t see them properly except Sundays. And every day we spend our time together at night. My mama leaves for her work at 6 am and returns at 1 pm. Papa leaves for his work at 10 am and returns at 8 pm. I wake up at 7 am, leave for my school at 10 am, return from there at 5 pm and go for my tuition at 6 am, which lasts for 3 hours. In our daily schedule, we miss each other’s company. We spent time together at night.

Before our dinner we three sit on the sofa. I make tea for them and during their drink, we state our daily happenings, funny moments, dilemmas and our quarries. Being an extrovert person I love to share my school tales with my parents and they laugh their heart out. The first question directs toward me is how your study is going, followed by what is going on in your school, are you participating in extra activities and did you do something in your school. I’m a notorious kid, so every once in a while a call comes to my parents about my mischievous doings. Sometimes papa says, ‘What are you doing these days? I’m not getting any call from your teacher.’  

They love to give me lectures and I have to hear it. Everyday papa asks me when my exam is. I respond by saying ‘Papa I told you yesterday.’ After our talk sessions I and mama move to the kitchen, I love to eat cake so everyday mama bake it for me. Mama prepares the batter and I help her in setting the oven.  Together we prepare the cake and in a spur of the moment we finish it. Sometimes my parents taunt each other about who is working more and who is an efficient worker. They ask my support for them and I enjoy their fake query.

Together we sort our problems, share our happiness, covert the serious moments into jolly moments and release our stress. My parents never let the loneliness and uneasiness engulfed me. They give me advice whenever I need it. I love to spend time with them, though we spent a little time together in a whole day, but those precious moments is bliss for me. And I feel proud to have them as my parents.     

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'Hope' with feathers,

perches in my soul,

tells me don't stop at all...

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If I look down my life, I can see so many experiences starting from friendship to break up to emotional breakdown.  But that one feeling I never want to forget i.e. Love and Hate.

During my school days I walked home from school with my equally skinny best friend.  And on our way back we generally talked about Jake. Ah... Before that let me tell you all that Jake was my sworn enemy or worst enemy. I hated him with my life. Every time Jake and few other friends of his taunted us. They had also invented a thousand ways to make me cry.

My Dad always assured me “they only do that because they like you honey. Cassie you know if you don’t react then only they will stop bothering you.” I didn’t realize at that time that the torture from Jake was actually attention. By the tenth grade I was used to that torture. By that point Jake had moved on to hitting us with water filled balloons.

I had known him for five years, but the funny thing was we considered each other friends. I knew he somehow enjoyed my company. When others were not around then he would talk to me. He had taught me how to skeet but he never mentioned it to anyone. He behaved so nice to me in private, but he always maintained the tough exterior in front of others. We even held hands on my sixteenth birthday and watched the sunset together.  

When I had completed high school, we got into separated universities. On a summer I returned home from my first year of college, I ran into Jake. He was living on his own at that time. I found myself sitting in his apartment. We talked about those years when he bullied me, made me cry and even gave comfort me. After that I asked him, “Did you ever have a crush on me?”

And he responded, “Yes, Cassie I had a crush on you the whole time, but fear of losing you.”

We shared the love and hate relationship. Even now also I haven’t forgotten that memories.

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Wide thoughts are memorized 

throughout my silly mind 

to capture them.

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The sky shines with glittering stars, 

Extends up to eternity

It lay beyond my reaching region.

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                                                       My fragile heart has fallen for you,
                                                          I'm in madly love with you.

Let my arm curl over you,

I'm dreaming a dream with you.

Trust and love I have for you,

I believe in my belief in you.

My heart is breathing for you,

And I'm still waiting for you...

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Summery:
Sara Crewe, an exceptionally intelligent and imaginative student at Miss Minchin's Select Seminary for Young Ladies, is devastated when her adored, indulgent father dies. Now penniless and banished to a room in the attic, Sara is demeaned, abused, and forced to work as a servant. How this resourceful girl's fortunes change again is at the center of A Little Princess, one of the best-loved stories in all of children's literature.

This unique and fully annotated edition appends excerpts from Frances Hodgson Burnett's original 1888 novella Sara Crewe and the stage play that preceded the novel, as well as an early story, "Behind the White Brick," allowing readers to see how A Little Princess evolved. In his delightful introduction, U. C. Knoepflmacher considers the fairy-tale allusions and literary touchstones that place the book among the major works of Victorian literature, and shows it to be an exceptionally rich and resonant novel.

My thought:

‘A little princes’ is written by Frances Hodgson Burnet. He has written a great story which is suitable for teenagers. The story consists of conversion from a rich princess to an orphan beggar. In the first half, while at school, she was treated  as a princess, but when the truth revealed she  lived in a prison as if it was a Bastille...  Some of the scenes were comic, but it was joyful. A  slight mystery situation had happened and the truth was exploded to the audience. I appreciate the writing of Frances. I would recommend it to all.

In the novel, Sara Crew the main character who is a small and very imaginative who tells stories to her friends of her own creation. The description of Sara Crew in the novel depicts that she is a small, delicate, creative minded and a humbled one. Other characters  also played specified roles.  It was a good one...

I would recommend it to teenagers and gladly give four out of five stars.

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Read the part 1.

Dear Diary,

I felt guilty for rudely behaving with him. Ohh... My heart isn’t at ease because today my whole day went pretty bad. Yesterday I was so excited to meet him, but after seeing him today that excitement vanished. He brought his girl friend to meet me. I looked again his Facebook pictures and his pictures are so captivating, but he already has a girl friend, whom he loves truly. I felt broken. I had waited for seven long years for his arrival. I couldn't control myself and behaved badly. 

I’m disappointed, maybe I was hoping too much. I never realized his flirty messages in Facebook were nothing serious. But still I’m concerned about his interview. Did he perform well? I know I have to call him to know the interview result and to say him sorry also for my behavior. I know I can move on and after all he is my best buddy. I have lost my first crush but can't afford to lose my best friend.

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Dear Diary,

I have some good news to share with you. My best friend or recent crush is coming tomorrow to meet me. He is my best friend from kinder garden. I still remember at our first meeting we fought for the first bench. After that we fought for class monitor positions and started to fight for tiny things. We never realized when our fights turned to friendship and we became close friends. Everything was picture perfect until his father’s transfer news broke on us. He moved with his family, at that time we were only fourteen. After his departure, I started to realize his importance in my life. I was too depended on him. I never noticed when my feelings changed for him.

Finally, he is coming tomorrow after seven years. Some days ago a message popped on my window screen on Facebook from him. In that message he said that he has an interview to attain, and he wants to meet me also. If he could see that, I’m on cloud nine right now.

I have selected my black dress for tomorrow. Black is his favorite color. At first I want to know if he has the same feelings for me as I have for him. After that I will confess  my feelings....

See you again

This is the first part, I will be updating the second part in my next post...

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She tried and tried,

to create the theme, she heard from her mentor,

Job wasn't seeming easy and give up wasn't there in her dictionary...

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Lost in her void thoughts,

She thought she was alone...

But soon realized the company of solitude...

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The climate was changing and the monsoon had arrived. I was drinking a cup of hot coffee. I was biting my nails and my heart was beating so fast as if it was going to explode. I was also tensed. I was in a horrified mood and I felt like I will be collapse. My father was having study loan, home loan. He is growing old and can’t work hard anymore. He had retired from his job one month ago. His pension wasn’t much to overcome the due expenses. He had supported me till now and now it’s my turn. I was still unemployed; I had applied in some organisations and got rejected also. The day before yesterday I had given my interview and was waiting for its result.
 
My phone’s ring brought me back from my thought, I accepted the call. After received it I heard the caller’s word patiently. After some time my emotions changed from horror to jolly. Tears fell out of happiness. I ran towards my father, touched his feet and announced, ‘I got the job.’  

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Summery:

Ready to travel to Pakistan, London, Nepal, China, , in one single book?

With 12 stories encompassing 12 major events of the last decade, this anthology is a concoction of tragedy, romance, mystery and thriller, brewed to perfection to ensure a nail biting experience.

Reminisce and relish the events which shook the world. Breathe the freshness of past, dive into the reasons that shaped the world as it is now, walk through your bygone times, fly across the continents marking your longest journey ever – for you hold the Time’s Lost Atlas in your hand.

My Thoughts:

The one and only purpose written by Geeta Madhuri is one of the short stories from Times lost Atlas. I loved Geeta’s writing; she has elaborated miraculous events in her story. The main motto has been also shown that ‘One World One Flag’. She has delivered the events in Bejing in a decent manner where as she has explained the events in Paris in shock and astonishing manner to surprise the reader. Hats off to Geeta to mesmerize us in her story.

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Summery:

Ready to travel to Pakistan, London, Nepal, China, , in one single book?

With 12 stories encompassing 12 major events of the last decade, this anthology is a concoction of tragedy, romance, mystery and thriller, brewed to perfection to ensure a nail biting experience.

Reminisce and relish the events which shook the world. Breathe the freshness of past, dive into the reasons that shaped the world as it is now, walk through your bygone times, fly across the continents marking your longest journey ever – for you hold the Time’s Lost Atlas in your hand.

My thoughts:

Beneath is a short story from 'Times Lost Atlas'. It has little thriller and suspense to balance the story. The author’s writing style is simple, easy to guess yet attention seeking. According to me the story is okay, but it could have been much better if more mystery was added. I would give it three stars out of five.

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