Confetti

chapter 12

" This is the end ! " ,
yelled the situation.

The heart whispered to the mind ,
" Remember why you started. "

There are hundred billion galaxies in cosmos. The milky way is home to some three hundred to four hundred billion starts , there are a sum total of hundred million plants in it . Amidst all this lies our pale blue dot , the only home we have ever known. So what is our earth but a mere spec of confetti gracing the biggest canvas called universe. Does this information makes our pale blue planet insignificant ? not really ! because earth harbours life . On it lies home , everyone you love, everyone you know , everyone you have ever heard of, every human being who ever was. Every saint and sinner who ever existed resided on this mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

We are bound to feel like an insignificant piece of confetti at some point in our lives. But instead of getting dejected we should think of this book , this earth and our purpose in life. We should think of our own personal solar system which consists of our loved ones , who's lives revolve around us. This is exactly what Piku did she changed her perspective towards her life. When she felt that circle of her life has come to a stop , little did she know that she was on a ferris wheel that had just hit the top !

One morning when our beloved Piku was cleaning the attic under the stairs of Kedambari Nevas , she found an old newspaper advertising a contest. The daily gazette was offering a column to an unknown writer for one week to publish tales that dealt with real life instances but had a touch of fiction in them. The newspaper offered a stipend of Rs. 1000 for every article .This implied that the winner would get an amount of 7000 at the end of this. The long buried writer in Piku woke up with a jolt , She desperately wanted to send some entries in this contest . This could be the platform she was looking for .The only problem was the last day of submission was morrow , there wasn't enough time to produce content for seven articles. Piku didn't want to waste this attempt by sending the stories of fairies and goblins she wrote as a kid. She wanted to give this opportunity all she had.

Suddenly a brilliant idea stuck her , she realised her diary entries highlighted the issues of poverty. All Indians have witnessed this problem since birth , but now they are so well versed with it that they have shunned it completely. She decided to send her diary entries under the column name "  the chronicles of my slum ". Her entries didn't contain any statistical data , but they humanized the subject. They were written from the perspective of one who had faced this and was living amidst the treacheries of it all . She had six tales in total. So now that she geared up for penning down her last one , she did it not with her usual sarcasm or satire but she wrote this one with all her heart and optimism.