Shwetzdby

It should be a heroic feeling after winning the battle that went on for so long. There were times when physical and mental, both form of strengths had just drained like the drop of water vanishes in the desert at above 50 degree Celsius. In situations like these, the toughest part is to keep your faith intact; in yourself and in God. The silence after the battle-end seems like a camouflage but one gets use to it after a long time. No wonder she found it unacceptable that she conquered what she dreaded the most. It is only at times when you don’t have any other option except being strong, that u realize how strong you actually are. In a moment she drowned into the flashback of her journey so far and thoughts perturbed her. Some were for good and others for bad. She realized how and when she acted courageously or foolishly. But all that did not matter now. What now mattered the most was that she was not just a survivor but a furious warrior. Her strength multiplied as she held her head...

A cold breeze that passed by my right cheek made me return from my thoughts to the reality where the blue ocean water was sparkling like tiny pieces of diamond in front of me…infancy of the sun was much of a disappointment as it could not kill the cold that the waves were forcing on the shore…the dawn always brings a serene calmness to one’s soul filled with excitement of a new beginning and hope to make the journey ahead a most worthwhile experience. I have always loved my beach house as it is the place filled with tranquility and peace that one cannot bargain for anywhere else in the world…the cheerful voice of the waves always speak to me as and in a tone that it feels like healing your psych…it is an amusing piece of enchanting music to my ears. The sound of my own footsteps on the wooden floor never let me feel the solitude that I choose for myself. The small staircase lay ahead of the main entrance is my counselor…its where all my brainstorming sessions take place…like the on...