Chapter 2: Maybe true

Ishaaro Ishaaro Mein Dil Lene Waale

Bataa Ye Hunar Tune Sikhaa Kahaa Se

Nigaaho Nigaaho Mein Jaadoo Chalaanaa

Meree Jaan Sikhaa Hain Tum Ne Jahaa Se

The morning was surrounded with a string of beautiful scenario headed by sun and backed by chirps, what this morning misses is just that blissful smile of Amyra. I missed her, and only missed her. Plans might look unsuccessful until executed which mostly demotivates the bearers. Those days were just as they were holding the hands some unsuccessful plans for Amyra, as well said the teens are among the most excited beings alive on this planet. They can even ascend the highest mountain if said to do so, this age is brimmed with complications which sometimes proves heavier or softer sometimes. Our world was same but different on some aspects, we were close but far sometimes. I wish Amyra could get her mother back just to look her empathetic towards her. Those days were fined as the membrane of her flawless thinking and her unpredictable life. Once when she went for her coaching to become a doctor as according to the procedure being set for girls, it wasn’t her game but I lacked in validating her views about her career. She still grinned with her ambitious smile, and never felt anything against her. Amyra might still feel the aroma of bad decisions which shook her life but she was helpless and committed to her goal. She continued her coaching with a prominent set of mind. One day she suddenly came to me and began weeping badly over her crisis. She was in a serious mode of her life but being male we might not get the conditions which a female goes through. Amyra was being punched every day by her teachers due to her week performance, and the pain of periods for any girl is unbearable which flows many tricks with it like mood swings, and many severe changes in their behaviour. She fought with every muddle and came out as a hero not heroine. She choose to study but not under anyone, she choose to share but not to hide, she choose to bear and not to ask sympathy, I was proud enough to say her my granddaughter. When she enclosed her feelings, I was dumbstruck and did not understand that how to react over this. But I was extremely glad to her that she will now pursue what she really want to do. Amyra made me learn a classic theory of understanding on what we want and what we work for. This was applied over everyone who needs to nurture their dreams but are accidentally moving in opposite track. The theory says so that what if you were doing the poorest you can predict, and what if you were doing the best you can predict. The essence the will be matched on the same scale as you are at your extreme points. If you begin anything with a mindset to excel in that field but by any reason you won’t make such fame, the feeling you will get that time will be way more morose than you have ever imagined. Shining is the only part we look at but we often miss the procedure. We prepare just for the success and what if failure comes our way, we haven’t prepared for it. This case usually arises when we admire to pursue towards our destiny but we miss out with bad part towards that glamorous point. Amyra was old enough to understand such complications on her way of pursuing towards her glamorous IAS point. She took her hand and heart, and began her steps towards her adorable destiny. This maybe true for those who believe that luck alone cannot handle the weight of success, hard work has to come.