It’s rightly said that one cannot escape his destiny. She was too was caught in a trap which destiny planned for her, a trap that she probably always wanted to get trapped in. On 16th March 2011 as Sheena(identity changed) scrolled the daily newspaper, she came across an article that spoke about the people who shared their experience about how miracles happened in their lives, which turned their lives beautiful. Each of the individual mentioned that they experienced a miracle either in the form of an incident, accident, experience or through a person in their lives. At the end of the page were the concluding lines which after reading she started racking her brains. The lines said “that a miracle was like a blessing that each person is endowed with at least once in their life, all you have to do is keep your senses open to witness it. The miracle must have happened in your past, or is happening in the present or will happen in future”.
And then she began drowning in the pleasant memories. She realized that there were incidences and people who had proved to be a boon in her life, however her mind and soul she refused to accept them to be a miracle as all those instances were very much expected to happen. The only option she was left with was to wait for a miracle to happen in the near future. She didn’t really know if all that she had read was true but then still she chose to keep that article with her. Days passed by and she forgot about all that had happened. She believes that life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood and so accordingly she was living her life that taught her some lessons and from those lessons she learnt, she drew her own set of principles.
Since the time she had stepped in the magical city named mumbai, she had come across many people who pretended to be something they were not, it’s an exceptionally difficult thing to do though. She said, “My past experiences made me become very choosy about friends. I wouldn’t interact with people I didn’t know and even if I did I wouldn’t call them as friends.” She had made quite some friends in Bombay but she was always absorbed in the feeling of insecurity .Due to the lack of presence of her family, my friends were everything for her, in short they played a vital role in her sweet little world in the city. Sheena was never alone but still feeling of being incomplete swept in her. She didn’t know what was lacking or why she felt so, all she knew was that something was MISSING. I wanted somebody like me with whom I could share everything and anything; she didn’t speak about it to anybody pondering that people would think she was inane.
One day she got introduced to a person through a text message. At that point she didn’t know who he was, she had never seen or heard of him previously. He was a stranger to sheena whose soul for her was a dark forest. Whenever she got a chance to know a stranger like him she always refused, in such situations it had always been a big NO from her side. So as usual she didn’t show a keen interest in knowing him. She had made up her mind to avoid stranger in order to stay away from risk and danger but something in her said that the pearl was in the sea and if she wanted it she had to dive this time. She was lost in an unfamiliar territory of thoughts.
She felt as if she did something that was wrong, after the conversation she had with him; unknowingly she started feeling that something was slipping off her hands and kept asking herself whether what she did was right or wrong .But she temporarily consoled herself.
Days passed by but this thought quite frequently knocked sheena’s mind. Such incidents happened to her many times before but she never thought over it ever again. But surprising this incident got registered in her head.
Gradually they started conversing daily; it became a part of her daily schedule. They were getting well versed with each other, after knowing him she could sense a feeling of goodness and sanctity in him. He lived miles away from her and she had never seen him so she was clueless as to whatever he says about himself is true or not. For Sheena this was a situation of complete dilemma but her inner voice kept favouring him. Feeling of guilt never happened to hover around her.
The overwhelming feeling shared by sheena, she explained “It’s a feeling I can’t describe but I want to hold it all my life. Today I don’t know what I am doing is right or wrong, all I know is LIFE FEELS GOOD. And even if it was wrong, this time I would love to choose the wrong path.” When she asked herself questions like how, why, when the only answer that strikes is that it’s a MIRACLE....a miracle which she had always been longing for and many other hearts long for.
This encounter proved to be a myth broker for me and I today believe in miracles, miracles which can blossom many gardens called LIFE.
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