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Facts!!

Facts of the week!!

Thrift frock

             Leema was the third child of her family. Her poverty striken family. Her father's sole income was not sufficient to support the entire family. A major part of his daily wages went for the medical treatment of her mother. Besides, her grandparents also lodged along with them, increasing the family's burden.
            Leema who was just ten years old, hated the very walls of her house. Her extremely naughty brothers, who never cared for the welfare of their family. Her elder brothers were Ronald and Royal. Ronald who was fifteen years old was the eldest. Royal was two years younger to him. Leema always hated her brothers for their carefree lives. They never cared even if they had nothing to eat.
           Ronald was a well known popular guy with a large group of friends and fans. He was well known for his great athletic feats. Royal on the other hand was a handsome young man who always dressed with the best that he had. Unless and until you have sufficient amount of money, Christmas is just another day of the year.
           Her father Mr. Leonardo always believed that nothing was special or grand in this wide world but inequality and injustice as usual. He was a diamond in the raw.  A pearl whose value was never known. In short, he was not able to make both his ends meet inspite of his vast self acquired knowledge. He believed that desire was the root cause of all evil. The leaky roof of their home stood as a proof. He despised his children whenever they wanted something.
           Leema desperately wanted a new frock for Christmas. She went on saving every Paise that she got to buy a new frock for Christmas. She walked almost miles everyday to school to save the bus fare and had gone fasting saving the money given to her for lunch. Soon it became the major talk in the family. Initially they all appreciated her on the initiative, but soon they started planning to meet other expenses with that money.
          Mr. Leonardo called her and made her sit comfortably on his lap and asked her the money in turn for which he would buy her a frock from the thrift store. He even took her to a thrift store and asked her to choose one. Leema disagreed and burst into tears. She cried pitifully and reminded him that she never got to wear a new frock in her whole life. Mr. Leonardo comforted her and said he wouldn't do so.
          On Christmas eve, when Leema went to take the money to buy a frock, she couldn't find it. Her father just said bluntly that it might have been stolen. The entire night seemed to be elongated by her crying. The next day morning she found an old frock near her bed, the one she had seen in the thrift store; that indirectly told her who the thief was.
          It was the worst Christmas ever. And it was the last time that she wanted a new frock.

Facts

Time for the facts of the week!!

Yesterday

Yesterday lies forgotten
Like a long lost old love;
In the bosom of the past
Whom history never cared
To even write on stone.
The day lost yesterday,
Glorious for so many
Dreadful for the rest!
Will the loss of yesterday
Be ever again counted?
The glorious yesterday
With its usual inequality,
Forgotten by the human race.
Oh! There I stand with wonder
Wishing for the lost yesterday!

Life

To travel on the same boat
Yet have not spoken a word
In an utter state of inactivity
But only the wind moving

The noises made by the wind
Did send shivers down the spine
Yet they remained in silence
Afraid to even stir or moan

Desire was overflowing within
At the thought of jeopardy
The warning bell still ringing
The chimes from an old Church

The unknown perils of stirring
Seemed more worse than
The winds howling around
Or the anonymous time

What was left was a pity boat
And a pair of wooden oars
Hundreds of unknown eyes
Casting a spellbound look

So the prey remained in the boat
With the fears of danger
Oh! Only if they had known
They could conquer even the world!


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Reminiscing

I met her on a beautiful day,
On the beginning of Autumn;
When the yellow leaves fall
And the wind gushes by,
To pick up the dry leaves
And patch up broken hearts.
With her jet black hair
And lovely icy blue eyes
Great was the one look,
That she did cast on me;
That one ever lasting look
Not fading till this day.

The Authoress

           She lived in the mountainous regions of the state, namely the Nilgris. The strongly set features of her face spoke of her strong nature. Yet, beyond those black eyes, a deep sense of compassion could be seen. This combination found only in the class of highly evolved humans.
           Her deeply set eyes spoke of the supreme knowledge that she possessed about life. She quietly observed whatever happened around her. She seemed to know about the value of words. She seldom used them. But when she did, she meant each and every word. Her words were simple yet were highly philosophical that could not be easily understood by the common people. Silence seemed like the very meaning of her name. Whatever maybe the situation, she stared with a gaze that was never familiar with her fellow beings. It was the gaze of wisdom. But still, people seemed to enjoy her company. They felt comfort in her presence and some assurance in her smile. Her smile wasn't a contagious one, but somewhat had a sense of divinity in it.
            Her sense of fashion was almost nil, but still there was an air of untold beauty around her. Her soft nature seemed to project a halo kind of illusion around her. She was completely unpredictable. But still a sense of a saint was felt about her.
           Above all, she seemed to find joy in the little things. You would at times find her talking to a tree or smiling at the midair. Even the harshest sun and the coldest winter had no effects on her temper. She just laughed at the rain as if it was hef best friend. It seemed like, she never experienced anger before. She looked at each thing, as if she was seeing it for the first time.
            Still, can there be anyone without problems? She too had many problems. She seemed to suffer from inside. She found it unbearable to see a fellow being suffer. She felt as if her own body was on fire. She couldn't stand any social injustice. Unable to express her anger, due to her nature, she was waxing away day by day.
              She felt like her soul was linked with the lives of others. Each little joy felt even by the beggar seemed to multiply in her soul. She felt sorry even for the little grass that was being eaten up by the cow. She felt like having an useless body and an extra special soul. She was getting weary, trying to guess who and what she was. To find everything about oneself by an orphan can be the worst job ever. But she was someone who would just give up on life.
              She had worked so hard till now. Books were her only best friends. The rest were only acquaintances. She could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks on the death of a character in the book and she couldn't stand even the injustice does to innocent people in the stories. Her blood boiled with vengeance for them. On the other hand, she also loved the simple people for whom love seemed to be their only priority. It took a wide range of books, and years of reading made her conclude who she was.
              She was the Authoress. The creator in her own world.

              Needless to say, her books became the best seller of the decade.



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