A poet is like a magician,
Seeing beauty in nature like a Venetian.
With an eye for detail,
Following with many an entrail.
A poet explains beauty,
With utmost respect and like his duty,
To preserve what is special and nice,
With an effort that is sincere and wise.
A Beautiful Story :-
Anchal was a sweet, soft-natured and a charming girl. Every evening, she would go to the park, feed the ducks by the pond, sit on her favorite bench with a book in hand and greet all the passers-by. People loved her for her charm. They would compliment her for that and say that it made their day. Even gloomy looking people would go back happy after having a look at her. On one such evening, Anchal saw a girl sitting aloof and crying. Anchal felt sorry for her. She went across to her, introduced herself and sat down beside her. The girl looked back and introduced herself as Toya, meaning water. Anchal told her not to be sad and asked her to look at the evening sky with all of its myriad colors, so that she could see the Hope-Fairy. Sure enough, Toya found the Hope Fairy (the tiny patches that look like rainbows when the eyes are moist) and smiled. Toya started to like Anchal. From that day onwards, Toya wold join Anchal in feeding the ducks and greeting people. For them, the day would seem incomplete till they spent time with each other. They became really close to each other.
One fine day, Anchal started getting hate mails. The mails would just not stop. Every day a new one would pop-in in her inbox and this started to upset her. She shared this with Toya and asked her who would hate her so much. Toya said she was equally surprised and shocked. They both decided to ignore those mails. After a few days, Anchal broke the news that she would be getting married in a few weeks time. From the next day, the amount of hate mails simply doubled. Then Anchal got pre-occupied with her wedding celebrations and stopped going to the park. Toya would sit alone on the bench each day and feed the ducks thinking of good times.
Next morning, there were more hate mails in Anchal's inbox. Anchal showed all of those mails to her husband and they decided to go to a different country. That evening, Anchal met Toya to tell her that she wouldn't be able to join her from the next day as they would be relocating. Toya was upset and cried. Anchal reminded her to look up at the sky for the Hope Fairy whenever she felt like crying as that would make situations a lot simpler. Toya promised her that she would follow that.
After a few years, even after a couple of new mail id's and a couple more of relocation's, the amount of hate mails had only increased. To Anchal, it was like a routine. As long as she didn't receive a hate mail, she couldn't sleep peacefully. To her, it was like a part and parcel of life. She had stopped worrying about them. She infact, had started looking forward to them. Then one fine day, she decided to meet her old friend, Toya and visited their old place, the bench in the park and sat down there, feeding the ducks. Suddenly, there was a gasp and she looked back to see Toya standing there. They both were happy to have met after such a long time. Then, they shared their anecdotes in life and updated each other on the happenings in their lives.
Anchal handed over an envelope to Toya before she left and asked her to read it by the weekend and made her promise that she wouldn't open it early.
That weekend, Toya opened the letter, and began to read through. It read,
By the time, you read this letter, I might have finished my days on Earth. I came to meet you because I was counting the days in my life. I was suffering from cancer, the first time when I met you.
It only got advanced with time. We changed locations to meet different doctors so that we could look for a cure, but in vain. Do you remember the hate mails that I would keep getting everyday? It only became more in number. You know, that was the only thing that kept me going till now. Things like that can happen only when you do something right and there is someone who is jealous of that.
I got to know who that was, the day I received the mails even when I changed my mail-id. I knew it was you, Toya, all the time. So, I stopped feeling scared and started looking forward to it because that would mean that you are fine and things are going on great with you. Why were you jealous of me, Toya? What had I done to you? It might be too late for an apology now since you cannot reach me in the place where I am. I hope you give up that attitude in you and change for the better. Now, please stop crying, there is still hope for you. Change for the better and whenever you feel like crying, look up at the sky and find the Hope Fairy.
Toya was filled to the brim, with pangs of guilt. She just couldn't forgive herself for the mistake that she had committed. She couldn't stop crying. She looked up at the sky to find the Hope Fairy but instead saw a Rainbow, the one that Anchal used to believe that would appear when you decide to change for the better !!! She missed Anchal....
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