When I am not ready to give up and with all the courage and faith, I sat there holding my pen prepared to pounder my thoughts onto the untouched clear folio, and I asked my self is this small sheet of paper enough to arrest my notion or if I am ready to face it again? The remoteness of me from the triumph was nanoscopic, yet it seemed like an ocean to cross over.
The time was set, and my heart started throbbing. The pressure of previous failures was gambling with my mind. After all, it was not the first time I sat there with a frozen brain. I started inking the paper with my world experiences and fabricated a passage. To me, it was a battle with words, as if I had to conquer them and build an army which would win over my invigilator’s heart.
The bell rang so loud that it shook me out of my imaginary battlefield. It was time to say adios. After reaching home, I was subjected to zillion questions how did it go? Will you get through this? Did you do your best? And like always, I said it was okay. But only I knew every time I had given my best. A few weeks later my phone vibrations woke me from my deep sleep. With frowned eyebrows, I read the notification and as I read my frown disappeared, and instead there was an innocent smile on my face. Alas! I had won over my invigilator’s mind.
So!!! To all beautiful hearts stay strong throughout the tough time and accept failure like you celebrate success because one day or the other you are going to take over your failures. It is an interesting perspective on life – failures and successes, acknowledgements and disappointments, knowing and unknowing, appreciations and dejections! And as I said in the beginning ‘I am not ready to give up and neither should you.’