Pieces of emotions H.S

Chapter 3

For days I have been receiving this letters from the unknown person. Nothing extravagant but the simple theories of life and to some extent it did helped me in improving myself. Day and night , I forced myself to question my sanity. The world made me crazy, but these letters reminded me to be just myself.

'Even in difficulties, when you smile to yourself, the present moment is made for you.'

'Broken makes you experience untouched strings of your feelings. Its not important to achieve perfection, but strive to be more perfect every time, so that you don't stop learning.'

'Pain is indescribable. Its feels like everything is destroy within seconds, but only a warriors fights it to built it again .'

'Sometimes I wish to be dead. Death is a kind man. When nothing in the universe accepts you, he will kindly take your hand in his hand and gives you the shelter.'

The letters kept on coming and I kept on reading it, the folded papers filing up in my pocket. Every letter had its own emotions. Its own story. Sometimes I could relate to it and wonder how small my world is. That person was teaching me to revive myself back, that shine that I lost for few years. I started to realize, there are bigger tragedies and bigger problems in our life, but its we who has to confront it with bravery.My curiosity had heightened to the peak of that of Everest and the feelings for the writer had strongly developed over the period, as more and more letters came to me. I have finally decided to take the matter in my hands.