CHILDRENS STORY

                                            "ZARA'S LIFE"

As I was looking at the kettle, which was boiling with water vapors pouring out of teakettle like white smoke evaporating in the air and vanishing in thin air, a thought struck me. What if I were to  live a life of the frog which transforms itself  in a prince after  being kissed by the  beautiful princess and then live happily ever after in  pursuit  of peace  and happiness, I shall have to imbibe  major change in form and structure  of living I do.

I will have to transcend the world in which is am living and start afresh  with  new paradigms and new rules framed to give me the kind if life which only lords deliver,  were the thought of the master  of the scientific living  which was the most revered art  of the forgone years. The art has vanished but the visage of this art is held by  practitioners who  rarely comes with the bygone era of art which has not  got many takers.

Zara was the quintessential girl of eleven years old full of live and livid dreams of becoming a grand sportsperson some day. She had beautiful  curls which rolled down her cheeks to reveal a beautiful  face which   anyone could name  saying and believing  that the she was the  most  beautiful  creation  of the worlds  ; a world which  does not always provide  symmetry in  the forms  framed by  mankind. Zara was the only girl in her neighborhood who was haunted by the past of much of neglect and debility.

As the things goes ,her patents were unable  blokes  and could not get  the girl a  good background . It was the richness and the succor of her  nature that she had and which  seldom a girl of her age would posses. Zara as one darling daughter of  her grandmother who had  crisscross of lines across her face  suggesting  tightrope age in which she was and Zara would  be very  surprised at the alertness  dexterity that she had .  Zara would proceed in the life  astoundingly  and given the fact that she was living in a  cocoon world of hers, this very nature that  she posses was looked with discern and admiration by one and all. Zara could do wonders with badmintons and that required  a traditional approach .She  had very wonderful  maneuvering of the racquet and   which made her go with  steel of nerves whenever  she had to practice  the  badminton match with boys of her age. Zara was a wonder kid and girl of astute courage. The girl with golden handshake and very ever resent smile on her face always. The girl who swatted the badminton court with spark like divinity and would move her hand in sudden gyration producing astounding results.

As life went by each day would bring  challenges for  Zara while  she would trail  with nimble and firm  determination  to prove that she was not deterred by her horrific past but was  made stronger by the tribulations  that her parents had  put her into after going through the phase which many  find  difficult  to swallow. But Zara was made of different mettle. She had  the courage that was that  of heroine and her grandmother  the marvel of her times  who was  equally  mature and  very convalescent in outlook  towards  life that she made Zara to be able  to realize her dreams  with even more steel like thought which certainly outshined  the ones  with nimble belongings and humble beginnings.

Zara was helped by  dollops  of offerings  from her grandmother . Two were  inseparable and  two would spend time together  in  dreams of  good future filled with   ever increasing  laughter and  mirth. Life goes on  even if there are  rushes of  crests and troughs  and sine curve which the life represents  ,even if goes toward the infinite zero  symbolizing   downfall offers some reminders to   us that  the ultimate creator is god and its is he who does the enormous  job of  slaughter and  creation  of lives and that we as humans    have little say in its  manifestation. So Zara swayed with the life a filled with confidence. Little did she realize that life is not always the flowery of its kind and there are fits of   those very undeserving moments too which life takes  toll of.

Zara was unaware that life too had scary story to tell the story which would dismantle her life and would throw her on ground in a  jiffy exposing the blood and swampy wounds  which would be destabilizing to her .On the day Zara was playing  suddenly a rush of wind came and she was swept aside by the rainfall which accompanied  the wind. The hurricane which was just the beginning was enough to out power her and soon she was completely swept by the tropical rainfall.Zara was swept by the sudden enrage of rainfall and she was just lying ashore on the land that had evoked such barbaric havoc of nature in its time. Zara would not know what to do.

She just lay on the ground still unable to move even her limbs freely aching in pain and lying on her head down on the ground to be rescued by the rescue team which seldom comes. Zara had only known that her dreams of becoming the world champions would come washing down with ever reverberating storm in which she has embroiled into. Little did she know after that something else would unfold .Fate had planned something   which she never had dreamt before. Just as the storm had arisen and hurricane corroding everything on earth arising in ninety degree angle her parents had reconciled and they had agreed to let Zara live her dreams. Her parents had a bickering fight. But the fight had a silver lining in the sense that they had agreed  to keep Zara with them  and to make Zara’s life a happy one.

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