Hello guys, I hope that you are all in the pink of health. Actually, at this point, I don't even know if people like what I write or not BUT it's completely fine because you just do what you do and let others think whatever they want to. People like me write when the thoughts inside them are overflowing into the melancholia of the world. The phenomena of a writer writing is just the same as how the magma inside a volcano reaches approximately 900°C which leads it to swell, boil and eventually leads it to erupt, disastrously.
Today's topic is somewhat sensitive for me ,however, it doesn't affect neither my past nor my future.
"But why does no one want to play with me?", said a little girl to her mom.
Everyday, she used to leave the house at 5 p.m with utmost excitement and joy. Not before an hour used to pass by, her mom would find her daughter standing at the footstep with tears rolling down her eyes and her clothes sprinkled with mud. All the girl asked her mom was,
" Why does no one want to play with me? If a group of kids play together then why am I never the part of that group. Where was I at fault?, Mom.
If they call me to play with them then why is it that they always run from building to building while my muscles ache away while catching them while playing hide and seek .Mom, please come with me and tell them that I'll play better the next time. Please ask them to let me play too...."
After 2 years, the girl shifted to Maharashtra. Just one year later, she saw a 2 year older girl shifting in the same apartment as her. Given that the girl she was, her aim was to befriend the elder girl and make her feel at ease until one day, she found that the elder girl used to play with a group of kids after playing with her for one hour. Once again, the girl was hit by the reality that the one who is lonely in the old city is not the elder girl but her. For a moment, she wondered how that elder girl made so many friends in the surrounding whereas she wasn't able to make any friend in a whole year living there. As the time passed by, she got familiar with all the other kids in her locality and for a moment, she was happy. She was happy. And fulfilled. She felt like she fits in, finally. Until she noticed how her friends call her to play with them only so that they can get their fun by running away from apartments to apartments at the name of playing "hide and seek". Until one day she discovered that 'her friends' used to hide about the parties they all had together after she went home. Days rolled just like how the tears rolled down her cheeks and it was one bright day when her parents gave her the advice of her life.
" If they call, deny. If they say that they wanna play, refuse. If they hit you once, hit them twice. Just don't remain quiet"
I remember ,the day that girl took the advice to heart, all the kids of her locality were seen banging at her door requesting her to play with them. Anywhere that girl was seen, she'd be asked why she stopped 'playing'.
Within the next two days, the girl went to play again but this time, it was not her that did the chasing part, it was the elder girl , the one that propagated against her ,chased all the kids. The tables were turned. It was the first incident when she understood that all she needed was herself and never the people who let her down. These incidents from her life empowered her. It made her strong enough to write about it today.
It was the story of the little Arshi that i was. The girl I once knew. The girl that I am not today but I am still deeply familiar with. That little Arshi still has her pieces engraved in me however I am like an older sister to her now.
Till this day, I feel a tinge in my heart when my friends talk how they are still in contact with their friends from their previous schools whereas no one ever rung me up though the school I am currently studying in is my sixth school!
However, I am content that I never think about it for more than 3 minutes. After changing so many schools and so many places, I have come to the realisation that:
The only person who is going to be there for you when you are in trouble is you. The only person who's gonna hug every time you cry is you. The only person who can embellish or ruin you, is you. The power that you give to yourself is the strongest. If you decide in your mind about how you view yourself, the way others see you doesn't even matter"
In life, you are always going to lose people. Yes. As much as we don't want to believe it, it is the ultimate truth of life. Even the people you think are always going to be there, the people you think are permanent have the 100℅ probability of not making into your life till the next year or who knows, the next month. That is the main reason why I always talk about speaking kind of yourself.
Because who is the lead of your story?
YOU
Who is going to lead you to success?
YOU
Who is gonna prosper you?
YOU
If not you, then who?
I hope that this chapter was helpful to you guys. Byee and look forward to the next one.
