In the face of Death : A story

Death was certain, maybe in a few days or in a few months.
The Doctor told me I had skin cancer, fairly advanced and terminal.
I had difficulty walking now. Even picking up a phone and talking to people was getting difficult.

When they broke the news to me, first thing I feared about was my dreams, they were no where near completion. I did not want to die unfulfilled. I wanted to live my dreams and then go, not before that.
And then I thought of you, at first I thought I should tell you how much you mean. But in an instant I decided otherwise, I did not want to hurt you. Telling you this and then going away, I couldn’t be this selfish.

There is a funny thing about dying, it makes you understand what is important, and it doesn’t even take a second. The answers are crystal clear. We spend each day trying to kill time, and when things turn around, time gets on to us, we set ourselves straight.

There is urgency because there is no time left. You don’t care about TV or even about what’s in the news or what’s going on in the college, what you want at that moment is the most important thing in your life. Those are the priorities, get to them. Otherwise you’ll regret wasting your time doing things you did not really need to do. Killing time. You’ll feel like you are dying each moment before death if you don’t do what’s in your heart.
Don’t commit the same mistake I did, listen to your heart while there is still time. They say a dying man does not tell lies, so listen to me. I don’t have much time left, but you do.

Wake up. Find out what’s important to you, get to it. You don’t want to die without listening to your heart, because right now you can ignore it, because it whispers, but when you don’t have time, it begins to scream. It knows that it is either now or never.

Then, you can’t ignore it. I could not move. I just did not have the stamina to walk anymore. They came and put me on a stretcher. I was lying on my bed, I spend most of my days lying on the bed. I know it’s just a matter of few more days, probably a week or two. But in this time I want to touch as many lives as possible. I want to tell them to go after their dreams. I want them to not regret, because this has been my dream. Pushing people over the edge, making them remember the dreams they had as a child.

The nurse comes with the soup bowl in her hands, I am too weak to eat anything else now. I talk to her about her dreams, she tells me this is what she has always wanted to do. She said she wanted to help people so she became a nurse.

I’m glad that people still listen to their hearts. I hope you will too.


How I completed the first draft of my first novel : It’s easier than you think

After about a few months of ramblings and procrastination, I found out that I still wanted to write a book. I decided to do what I do when I need help in doing something.
I looked around for people who had written a book and ask for their advice, although not personally but with the power of internet and Google, I did just fine.

On a blog, I don’t remember which one, don’t ask me, eh. I read about NaNoWriMo i.e. National Novel Writing Month. Continue reading

Inspirational Story

The Mouse Trap

A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said “Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The pig sympathized, but said “I am so very sorry, Mr.Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow and said “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The cow said “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house – like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient. But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many! people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn’t concern you, remember: when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. Each of us is a vital thread in another person’s tapestry.

Inspirational stories #1 :Two frogs in the milk

This is the story of two frogs. One of them was fat and the other one was skinny. One fine day, when they were looking for food, they jumped into a bucket of milk inadvertently . Now, as the sides were too slippery they were unable to get out. The fat frog spoke to the skinny frog, “Brother, swimming is of no use anymore. We’re going to drown, so we should give up.” The skinny frog looked in awe and replied, “Hold on my friend, keep swimming. Someone will get us out.” And they continued paddling for some time.

After a while, the fat frog said, “Brother, there’s no use. I’m really exhausted now. I’m just going to stop paddling. We’re doomed. There’s no way out of here.” But the skinny frog said, “Keep trying. Keep swimming. Keep paddling.” Another couple of hours passed.

The fat frog said, ” This is nonsense, I can’t go on any longer. We’re going to drown anyway. What’s the use?” And then he gave up, he drowned in the milk. But the skinny frog kept on paddling.

Ten minutes later, the skinny frog felt something solid beneath his feet. He had churned the milk into butter and he jumped out of the bucket.