this is a story i wrote in 15mins just so that i dont have a blank profile. i will definately publish my proper works in the near future
THE POSTER
It was the usual route back home from school. My car was waiting at the junction waiting for the lights to go green. the junction was somewhat always crowded at that time of the evening. It had my favourite ice cream parlor , park and even one of the biggest cinema complexes of our humble city. ever since i was a kid i loved gazing at the poster which stood tall around the complex. It had grown to become a habit though the years. Every single time the car slows down near the junction my head would automatically turn towards the posters. The first to catch my eye would always be the large one right on top . It always stood majestically broadcasting the top grossing movie of that month.
Like clock work my eyes scanned the new poster which had been put up on that day. For no particular reason i was drawn to it. Something about the characters of the movie perhaps. But never the less for the first time i did not bother to look at any of the other posters . My gaze was fixed on that particular one. In a matter of moments i heard the car engine grunt and the entire vehicle lunged forward and turned swiftly to the right and made its way along its usual course back home cutting out the view.
I caught myself gazing at that poster in similar awe every single day on the way back home. A seed had been planted in my head and naturally it grew on me. the people in it became inspriations. I thought about how much hard work they must have put into their lives to have made it this big. On that day without my own knowledge i have made a mental note that no matter what i do i must be the best at it. Perhaps even be rewarded for my efforts in a similar way.
Almost exactly thirty days later when my car stopped at that faithful signal i noticed a completely new poster being broadcast in that high pedestal. I could not help but fell a little bit odd. I had grown to become fond of its predessesor. Never the less . Life had to move on. And something as trivial as a poster cannot make the world wait. Over time the habit of gazing at the posters vanished.
Something as small as a poster can be driving force. Something to draw inspiration from. Several years later i returned to my home town an accomplished woman. i found my self at the same junction. The old ice cream parlor was gone. The place had grown in my absence. Surprisingly the cinema complex had remained with a few modifications here and there. i risked craning my neck and glancing one more time at the mega hoding. Surprisingly i felt my eyes scanning the poster with a smile. i felt the familiar attraction which i had not felt for so many years towards any poster return.
i continued to glace at it as i drove away. I fondly remembered the older poster. if i ever wanted to see the older one i had to just look into my heart. As for the one i just saw. All i had to do was look into a mirror.
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thanks for reading this.
sana
