THE REPLICA

                “Oh god! This thermocol sheet is shrinking, but how?” she was shocked. “Oh dear, maybe it is not resistant to this adhesive. We cannot use it for making this house.” he said to his little girl. She was an 8 year old girl and a 3^rd grade student. She was completing her arts assignment with the help of her father. She had to make something from thermocol and she chose to make a house. Her dad had an off from his duty that day and so, he was there to help her with her task. She always had love for arts and so she would always participate in such stuffs, with so much excitement. But her dad had been a greater motivation for her. For every task she would get in her school, he was her first resort and sometimes the last one too.

                They couldn’t use that sheet since it was damaged, though accidentally, and hence they made it with another one. It turned out to be a very beautiful house. Actually, they had created a replica of their  own house, their beloved home. It was the first ever article she had made of such kind. Also, it was a way of those father and daughter to spend some quality time together. As the time passed by their tasks changed but their way of spending time together remained the same. They spent time trying various dishes in kitchen, some experiments with their house, with some other bigger things. It was a great time.

                 Today, when she was helping her daughter with her school arts assignment, again she was making a thermocol house. But this time, the thermocol sheet did not damage, no extra sheet was required, but she made the same house as she had made the one with her father and the grandfather of her daughter. Unfortunately, he was not there today to see it, but those memories were still with her. She was having a great time with her daughter, showering all her love. She was reliving her childhood, but this time, her role had been changed. This time, she was at her father’s place trying to give her daughter a lovely childhood just like the one she had, creating memories as lovely as her father had created for her, now for her daughter ,in her place.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

Some voids can never be filled...

     It was a chilling winter morning. She woke up at 4.30. She went downstairs and occupied all the space left over behind him. Yes, it was not too much, but could accommodate her. She wrapped him completely with her limbs and fell asleep immediately. She was studying in high school and had to attend her early morning tuition classes. They would start by 6 am.

     By 5.30, her mom woke up and went to her room, searching for her, but found her missing. Wondering where she could have gone she came downstairs and found her sort of hiding behind him. She was astonished to see her there. She had found her chubby girl almost crushing her husband (who was physically so weak, who could not even move any of his body part on his own, who could barely utter any words, whose whole body was almost completely wasted.) With her limbs. She said to him, Aren’t you in any pain?  Your fluffy girl has almost crushed you. “ They both chuckled. “ Are you able to bear her? “
On this, he said just one thing, with a huge smile on his face, “ Every man in this world is not blessed with such chubby daughter and yes, she can never cause me any pain.” And looked into his wife’s eyes with all his love, his faith.

     She was hearing all this conversation by lying over him, cuddling him. She still can’t forget that moment. He was the father who had loved his daughter knowing no bounds, who had tremendous faith, belief in her.

     But today, there is a void that he left in her life. The blissful palm is missing. The faith he had in her, that drove her every step, is missing. That man is Missing, the man of her life is missing. But it’s the bitter truth, voids created by people can never be filled up, ever.

You do Move On...

     She was sitting in her class. A lecture on Computer Networks was going on. The lecturer sounded as unclear as he would always do. He might be having good knowledge about the subject, but definitely lacked the skills to deliver it efficiently. But yes, she couldn’t even expect anything better at the place where she was because she had cleared the entrance exam well enough not to get into any good institute. She was getting bored as usual; and eventually she went to another world, the world where she thought that she could have got something better.

     While thinking about this, all the memories flashed into her mind and she missed him again… 

     She had him to play almost every crucial role in her life. He had taught her right since when she was a kid to when she went to school and then to high school. He was someone she would rush to get her all the questions answered. She had spent hours with him talking about any random topic. He was the one she’d rely on the most, he was the only person she would listen to. But, he is not here anymore. He left her and went away somewhere he can never come back from. In the lecture when she was hearing her mentor’s voice, she tried recalling his. But unfortunately, she could not…

     Our loved ones leave us in the middle of our life, at a point where we feel like there’s nothing left to live for, only with some of their random memories. But even the memories fade as the time passes by. There’s nothing permanent here, moments pass, you can't carry them. The way you cannot hold the time, you can’t take the moments along with you forever. At some point you have to move on, no matter what and if you refuse to do it, the time will make the amends for it anyway!  

LUCK!

          What is luck? This is the question that has always fantasized me. What exactly is being lucky? Is it the phenomenon of attracting good things without making any efforts? Or it is about attracting great things with some or more efforts?

          I’ve always heard people talking about someone’s luck being good because he had gotten something without making any significant efforts for it. And I’ve seen many people who have achieved way better things with honest and genuine efforts. When I work to achieve something I don’t only reach to my goal but learn some more beneficial things and get some experiences as well but the so-called lucky one is not privileged with these byproducts of the efforts taken to achieve something.

      We mistake a lot while defining the luck. It’s not anything divine, it’s simply about our actions and our faith in our efforts. Everything that comes to us is what we’ve taken a move towards, physically or mentally. What we long for, definitely comes to us. But what kind of and how much efforts we take to achieve it determines the quality of the fruit.