As human beings, everyone is entitled to dream and have certain goals that will get fulfilled if you put some efforts. I have a dream too, great ambitions that I plan to accomplish one day. Everyone has dreams, ambitions, and aspirations. There is no wrong in dreaming just that dream with your eyes open and not closed. This line was quoted by the former president of India Mr. Kalam who was an idol and an inspiration for youths of India. Throughout this April A to Z challenge series, I plan to post about one little girl who had big dreams in her eyes but only destiny challenged her ambitions and it all got nipped in the bug.
You might be aware that my recent past days have not been good and I have been riding on a rocky road with lots of disturbances. I lost my only sibling, my little sister, last December and the entire world turned upside down and it sent chills snaking through our spine. Imagine someone who was the heart and soul of the family leaving yours forever at a very young age. I had never cried like that ever before. Her loss deeply tormented us. My little sister had big dreams. She was an average student but she had a dream of becoming a fashion designer. She worked hard despite having a medical condition that restricted her from basic bodily movements such as climbing stairs, running, doing chores such as brushing teeth etc. She had to be cautious every time she did something because that would hurt her badly. Us three - mum, dad and me had sacrificed our entire life for this little soul and we saw that as a privilege. In fact, even today mother says that she is proud to have had her in her womb because she was a god gifted girl and she would say that she was his daughter and took her early because only he knew that she would be in safe custody under his observation. But does he know a mothers heart? Does he know how much pain and efforts she took to raise a child that was weak and had a medical condition that 1 in million had? No, perhaps he never thought about a mother's feeling and the things in her heart.
I detest him for many reasons because of the attachment and the bond that we had with the little girl. My sister would often tell me about her dreams and her aspirations. She knew that she will never survive this world and she was destined for something disastrous. She wanted to open a boutique and employ people who were creative. She helped serving people and donated generously when it came to giving money to beggars and the homeless. She never thought twice before taking the money out of her purse. Such a benevolent soul she was! She loved her family more than herself. Now, her dreams and ambitions are ours! And we three have to collectively work together to fulfill her dreams and ambitions. As I write this letter, it is becoming difficult for me to focus and type and I have had terrible past days but little we realize that life is harsh and we find ourself into boots of a shipwrecked sailor. Anyways, I will see you tomorrow with something more interesting about my little sister. It will surely amaze you!
Written as a part of the April A to Z Challenge series.
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You might be aware that my recent past days have not been good and I have been riding on a rocky road with lots of disturbances. I lost my only sibling, my little sister, last December and the entire world turned upside down and it sent chills snaking through our spine. Imagine someone who was the heart and soul of the family leaving yours forever at a very young age. I had never cried like that ever before. Her loss deeply tormented us. My little sister had big dreams. She was an average student but she had a dream of becoming a fashion designer. She worked hard despite having a medical condition that restricted her from basic bodily movements such as climbing stairs, running, doing chores such as brushing teeth etc. She had to be cautious every time she did something because that would hurt her badly. Us three - mum, dad and me had sacrificed our entire life for this little soul and we saw that as a privilege. In fact, even today mother says that she is proud to have had her in her womb because she was a god gifted girl and she would say that she was his daughter and took her early because only he knew that she would be in safe custody under his observation. But does he know a mothers heart? Does he know how much pain and efforts she took to raise a child that was weak and had a medical condition that 1 in million had? No, perhaps he never thought about a mother's feeling and the things in her heart.
I detest him for many reasons because of the attachment and the bond that we had with the little girl. My sister would often tell me about her dreams and her aspirations. She knew that she will never survive this world and she was destined for something disastrous. She wanted to open a boutique and employ people who were creative. She helped serving people and donated generously when it came to giving money to beggars and the homeless. She never thought twice before taking the money out of her purse. Such a benevolent soul she was! She loved her family more than herself. Now, her dreams and ambitions are ours! And we three have to collectively work together to fulfill her dreams and ambitions. As I write this letter, it is becoming difficult for me to focus and type and I have had terrible past days but little we realize that life is harsh and we find ourself into boots of a shipwrecked sailor. Anyways, I will see you tomorrow with something more interesting about my little sister. It will surely amaze you!
Written as a part of the April A to Z Challenge series.
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