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Thank you Stranger...( Part 1)
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Not every story is a fairytale about a prince and a princess and their happily ever after. The story you're about to listen is a little heart warming, a little heart breaking, and a little heart wrenching.
Hi !! lm Ayesha and this is my story...
It all started with the summer of 2018. I had given my level best to be selected for the National Athletic Meet, l practiced day and night, followed a proper diet and kept all my distractions a thousand miles away but destiny had other plans. Just before the selection day, l twisted my ankle and rolled down the stairs causing a major fracture in my left knee. My dream of the whole gallery of audience cheering for me while l won the most esteemed honour for an athlete the shining gold medal shattered into a million pieces, each piece of which reminded me of the continual hard work l had put into. The wall of confidence l had built over the years which l thought was unbreakable, crumbled into pieces just in a split of seconds. Though l could walk with a crutcher, my return to sports would take not less than 3 months. It would be an understatement to say that l was disheartened...l had always used sports as an escape mechanism ...as something to rely on...as something to prove my worth...but it was all me now...once again...This cruel world turned me from a naive little girl who wanted to be a princess of a Disney movie to someone who hates the directors of such movies for setting such unrealistic expectations...over the years, l realised that not every story is a fairytale, atleast mine isn't...
Deep lost in thoughts...l stepped outside with a cruthcer a week after the accident...It was 5 in the morning...The sun was yet to rise...it was pure dawn...the cold breeze gently blew my long black hairs..it felt as if it was my beloved mother in the disguise of the breeze hugging me from behind..as if she was assuring me that it was all gonna be okay...l looked around and saw "The junior Athletes Stadium" and all the memories l had buried deep in my heart came flooding back once again..the memories of my first teacher, my beloved mother..the memories of her teaching me to be resilient on the track,to be strong enough to fight back failures and rise again...it's been 3 years now since she passed away but it hasn't been a single day when l don't miss her...then l turned around and saw The JB street...the busy street which is usually known for its hustle bustle seemed so quiet today ..not a person could be spotted except for a traveller with his 3 bags of luggage... for once l thought how pleasant it had been if he wasn't ruining the cinematic view of the quit JB street which happens once in a blue moon...then again l decided to ignore that visitor and pay attention to my injured leg which was already on the verge of giving up...l turned around and was about to follow my way back home when l heard a deep voice behind my back...
Excuse me...
I turned once again and realised it was that Visitor whom l had blamed for ruining the pleasant view ...he was much closer now which allowed me to notice his beautiful green cat eyes...his fair skin with a touch of darkness...pencil mustache cut..broad shoulders carrying 2 bags on his back and one on his right hand..
"Excuse me, my name's Raghav...l'm looking for a Hotel here..but everything seemes to be closed at this hour...can u pls help me ..?"
Part 2 coming soon.....
© Bunnyy
Not every story is a fairytale about a prince and a princess and their happily ever after. The story you're about to listen is a little heart warming, a little heart breaking, and a little heart wrenching.
Hi !! lm Ayesha and this is my story...
It all started with the summer of 2018. I had given my level best to be selected for the National Athletic Meet, l practiced day and night, followed a proper diet and kept all my distractions a thousand miles away but destiny had other plans. Just before the selection day, l twisted my ankle and rolled down the stairs causing a major fracture in my left knee. My dream of the whole gallery of audience cheering for me while l won the most esteemed honour for an athlete the shining gold medal shattered into a million pieces, each piece of which reminded me of the continual hard work l had put into. The wall of confidence l had built over the years which l thought was unbreakable, crumbled into pieces just in a split of seconds. Though l could walk with a crutcher, my return to sports would take not less than 3 months. It would be an understatement to say that l was disheartened...l had always used sports as an escape mechanism ...as something to rely on...as something to prove my worth...but it was all me now...once again...This cruel world turned me from a naive little girl who wanted to be a princess of a Disney movie to someone who hates the directors of such movies for setting such unrealistic expectations...over the years, l realised that not every story is a fairytale, atleast mine isn't...
Deep lost in thoughts...l stepped outside with a cruthcer a week after the accident...It was 5 in the morning...The sun was yet to rise...it was pure dawn...the cold breeze gently blew my long black hairs..it felt as if it was my beloved mother in the disguise of the breeze hugging me from behind..as if she was assuring me that it was all gonna be okay...l looked around and saw "The junior Athletes Stadium" and all the memories l had buried deep in my heart came flooding back once again..the memories of my first teacher, my beloved mother..the memories of her teaching me to be resilient on the track,to be strong enough to fight back failures and rise again...it's been 3 years now since she passed away but it hasn't been a single day when l don't miss her...then l turned around and saw The JB street...the busy street which is usually known for its hustle bustle seemed so quiet today ..not a person could be spotted except for a traveller with his 3 bags of luggage... for once l thought how pleasant it had been if he wasn't ruining the cinematic view of the quit JB street which happens once in a blue moon...then again l decided to ignore that visitor and pay attention to my injured leg which was already on the verge of giving up...l turned around and was about to follow my way back home when l heard a deep voice behind my back...
Excuse me...
I turned once again and realised it was that Visitor whom l had blamed for ruining the pleasant view ...he was much closer now which allowed me to notice his beautiful green cat eyes...his fair skin with a touch of darkness...pencil mustache cut..broad shoulders carrying 2 bags on his back and one on his right hand..
"Excuse me, my name's Raghav...l'm looking for a Hotel here..but everything seemes to be closed at this hour...can u pls help me ..?"
Part 2 coming soon.....
© Bunnyy
