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"When he came: too late"
In a bustling city where life never paused, there lived a young woman with a heart full of dreams. She waited for the perfect moment to chase her aspirations, believing that he would show up at right time knocking at her door.
Little did she know, the one she was waiting for had been her silent companion all along.
He was always there, in the shadows of her routine, in the laughter that filled her days, and in the tears that stained her nights. He was the quiet comfort when she felt alone, the gentle nudge when she dared to dream, and the stern reminder when opportunities slipped away.
Days turned into months, and months into years, yet she waited, her eyes fixed on a future that seemed just out of reach. She never noticed him, though he was always by her side, guiding her through the unseen currents of life.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, she sat on a park bench, lost in thought. It was then that she felt a presence, a warmth that she had never acknowledged before.
Turning her gaze to the side, she saw him—a figure both familiar and mysterious. He had been her constant, her unchanging reality in a world of chaos. In that moment, she realized that the right time was not something to wait for; it was something to create with every choice, every moment, every breath.
With newfound clarity, she rose from the bench, a smile gracing her lips. She no longer waited for the right time, for she understood that he had been with her all along, a faithful friend in the guise of a stranger.
And as the story of her life unfolded, she walked with him, no longer a passive observer but an active participant in the dance of life. For the young woman had learned that the right time is not a distant dream, but the reality we live in, moment by moment.
He was Time, her most loyal companion.
© a(swan)Ragini
Little did she know, the one she was waiting for had been her silent companion all along.
He was always there, in the shadows of her routine, in the laughter that filled her days, and in the tears that stained her nights. He was the quiet comfort when she felt alone, the gentle nudge when she dared to dream, and the stern reminder when opportunities slipped away.
Days turned into months, and months into years, yet she waited, her eyes fixed on a future that seemed just out of reach. She never noticed him, though he was always by her side, guiding her through the unseen currents of life.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, she sat on a park bench, lost in thought. It was then that she felt a presence, a warmth that she had never acknowledged before.
Turning her gaze to the side, she saw him—a figure both familiar and mysterious. He had been her constant, her unchanging reality in a world of chaos. In that moment, she realized that the right time was not something to wait for; it was something to create with every choice, every moment, every breath.
With newfound clarity, she rose from the bench, a smile gracing her lips. She no longer waited for the right time, for she understood that he had been with her all along, a faithful friend in the guise of a stranger.
And as the story of her life unfolded, she walked with him, no longer a passive observer but an active participant in the dance of life. For the young woman had learned that the right time is not a distant dream, but the reality we live in, moment by moment.
He was Time, her most loyal companion.
© a(swan)Ragini
