Mrs. Reyna Foster was really happy. Her husband, Mr. Ryan Foster, had promised to get her a new dress quite soon. He was, after all, getting a much needed and deserved promotion in the company. He was being promoted from the post of normal office goer, to the post of a manager. It was a really happy and busy day for both of them.

Reyna and Ryan were up quite early the day that her husband was going to get the promotion. They were really excited. Their kids, Aurora and Abed, aged 6 and 3 were up too. Though they didn’t have a clue of what was happening, they sensed that it was something of great importance and pride, because their father wore a Grey Flannel Suit to work that day. The Foster family was not very well to do. However, both the parents worked hard to make ends meet. They earned just enough to put food on the table, clothe their children and provide them with good education.so, after learning about the promotion, they were naturally very happy. Reyna then told her kids about their dad’s promotion to the post of a manager. Abed and Harriet were very glad. Not wanting to be late on the first day as manager, Mr. Ryan Foster hurried away. Mrs. Reyna too, sent her kids to the bus stop and bade them a happy day as they left for school, on the bus. Then, Reyna set out to buy the groceries needed to make a good spread for the children at lunchtime, when they returned home. She also knew that a promotion meant more wok for her husband. But as long as neither of her two mouths went hungry, she was willing to see her husband less often. It wasn’t an easy decision but, they had to see to it that their family had enough to survive on. That evening, Ryan came home a little early. Reyna and the kids were happy to see their father. Ryan called Reyna into a room. With bated breath, Reyna watched her husband, as he removed an envelope from his bag. He tried to smile, but somehow, it just didn’t happen. Reyna took one look at his face and in one short second her facial expression changed. What was initially a brightly lit face, with high hopes, was now just a blank, expressionless lump of mass. As her husband removed the fateful envelope, his hand shook. He beckoned Reyna to take the letter from his hand. For him, that letter held the weight of only thousand words, but to his family, it meant the burden of a thousand kilograms. Reyna read the letter.  Her eyes welled up with tears. Swallowing a lump that had been formed in her throat, she read the letter out loud. It said, “Dear sir, we are very sorry to inform you that your promotion has been retracted. This is due to the fact that your bank balance is only $20. I am sorry to say that you are broke. We not only retract your promotion, but also relieve you of your job. Yours sincerely, the management”. Reyna’s hand trembled as she put down the fateful piece of paper. She broke down and wept. Her husband could just watch with downcast eyes. They were barely making ends meet. Just then, the kids called out to their parents. Wiping her tears, Reyna went out the door. She suddenly had an idea. She told her children to wait at home because she and daddy had some work to do. She told Ryan to get into the car. She went to her vault in the cupboard and took out her wedding presents like the diamond ring. She got into the car and told Ryan to take her to the bank so she could give it as mortgage in return for loan. After much resistance, Ryan agreed. But it wasn’t meant to be. A few hours later, the children were taken to be put into group homes. The children had lost their parents in a really gruesome road accident.

Years later, a boy in a Grey Flannel suit, stood at Ryan Foster’s and Reyna Foster’s grave, on their death anniversary with a letter in his hand. Beside him, stood an elegant looking girl, who also stood at his grave and wept. Those letters that the two kids held in their hands, were letters of promotion. Letters on the same day that their parents had died. Was it a coincidence? Or was it just fate playing her best cards again? That is left up to you, my readers



I know that I wasn’t the brightest child in class,

Nor was I the studious type, which by now you would know,

I was the one who smiled as soon as I entered the door.


I never even once, picked up my pencil to write,

But nevertheless, miss, you never left my side.

You always encouraged me to correct my blunders,

‘Cause somewhere, you knew that this child of yours will do wonders. 


You extended my boundaries to places that I never dreamt of,

You told there were no limits that I could not reach to,

What they say is true” Actions speak louder than words”,

 You helped me grow and made me fly like an ambitious bird.


I hoped that you could stay, but a little while more,

 And change a few more children, right to the core.

But, with a heavy heart, and tears in my eyes

I must bid farewell, adieu to my teacher,

My role model, my guide and the illuminating lamp who lit the way for me.


When i sit back and start to think of the meaning of the word life, I get drawn into a deep conversation with myself.

‘LIFE’. “This is a simple four lettered word”, you may think. But go into its depths and you will find that life has a more deeper and graver meaning than any of us could even imagine. I want the reader of this blog to close his eyes for a minute and think about what, according to him, is life made up of. Let me take a guess. The first few things that might have come into your thoughts are all the small enjoyments that life is made up of . All the luxuries. But go deeper into yourself. Tap your subconscious and then ask yourself – “DO THESE THINGS REALLY MAKE UP LIFE? CAN I NOT DO WITHOUT THEM?”. Well my friend, the answer is a loud resounding “NO”. These things do not make up life. They are small and unimportant. Yes, they make life enjoyable, but they do not make  life. To explain myself, let me cite a story………..

it is called – ‘Empty Pickle Jar- a lesson on life ‘ .

A professor stood before his philosophy class, holding a large and empty pickle jar. When the class began, he proceeded to fill the jar with golf balls. Then he asked the students whether the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So, the professor picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He asked the students again, if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. the professor, then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. His students responded with a unanimous “YES”. The professor then produced a bottle of chocolate milk from under the table. He poured it into the jar, effectively filling up the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. “Now,” said the professor, ” I want you to recognize that the jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things like your Family, your Children, your Health and friends. The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your Job, your Home, your Car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff. If you put the sand into jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that make you happy. Play with your children, get regular check-ups, enjoy dinner with friends and family. There will always be time to clean the house. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand ” . One student asked,”What about the chocolate milk ?”.The professor replied,” No matter how full your life, there is always room for chocolate”.

Remember everyday is a gift……..

And the quality of your life, is your gift to yourself.

My first story

Once in a while, I try to put my thoughts on paper, in ink, which resulted in my aspiration to be a  writer . Not older than 15 years of age. Just completing my tenth, but I love to write. Hence, I started this blog, with a small hope of sharing my stories with the entire world. Here is the first.

I am a forgetful person by nature. I forget many details may it be important or not. I have not improved much in the past few years though I have made a constant effort to remember a few things.

A couple of months back my mother sent me to the market to buy a few things out of which due to my forgetful nature I forgot a thing or two. On my mother’s bidding I headed back to the market. It was early that Sunday morning and I decided to make the best of it. I took a shortcut through a garden also called the Joggers park. As i walked the only sounds that could be heard were the chiprping and cheeping of birds and the crunching of dry leaves and twigs under my feet. Somewhere in the distance a maulvi was offering namaz. The luring aroma of the samosas and jelebis being freshly prepared made my mouth water. A scent of mogra flowers filled the air with a strong fragrance. Out of all these the sound of the sweeper sweeping stuck out like a sore thumb. I had almost reached the market. I started to think of the things that my mother had asked me to get : a kilo of vegetables and 4-5 different varieties of fruits. I peered into my purse. It contained 500 rupees. Enough for the things that I needed to get. For some reason the market used to leave me spellbound. I decided to wander about for a while an so after buying the necessary items I started to window shop. As I moved from store to store the shops became smaller and then started the carts along with their vendors. As I planned to move ahead a strong muskiness filled the air. It gave me a slight touch of glee, joy and delight in that overcrowded market. The smell of freshly brewed coffee made me hungry. I glanced at my watch. It was almost breakfast time. I ordered for a coffee and some snacks. I still had about 300 rupees left. As I waited for my order to come o felt a cold hand tap me. I was startled and I turned around. It was my batch-mate Priya. She was not seen in school for the past 7 months. She looked pale and ill. She smiled at me. I asked her where she was and she said that she was now living in on top of a hill surrounded by the mesmerizing and captivating beauty of nature in a small stone hut. I smiled. She handed me a small white envelope with my name written on it in big bold letters. She then hurried away. This behavior puzzled me. As I sat drinking my coffee and having my snacks I started to think about Priya – the most funny girl in the class. She was a good friend of mine and I missed her a lot when she left school. Itried contacting her family and even going to their house. The house was locked … Anyways , I paid for the order and left a 10 rupee tip. I walked back home. Once again I came across women haggling for the price … flowergirls weaving garlands and the children crying for toys. In short there was hustle-bustle all around. I finally reached home at around 11 am. I opened the packet that Priya had given me. It contained a 500 rupee note. At first it made no sense to me . But I read a letter that was kept along with the money. Priya had written that this was the money that she borrowed from me a long time ago to pay her canteen expenses and bus tickets. I was shocked that she still remembered it. I kept the money carefully in my piggy bank and I started to study. I had almost forgotten about the incident when I met Priya’s sister Shruti. I asked her about Priya’s health. She had tears in her eyes as she told me that Priya had died about 6 months ago. I could not believe it. I narrated the incident and even Shruti was shocked. She took me to the hill where she was buried.

Then Priya’s words made sense to me… “… the hill with it’s mesmerizing and captivating beauty of nature …. In a stone hut. She was buried there. I was speechless. It was an encounter with a ghost. The most extra-ordinary can happen at the most ordinary times.

Hope you enjoyed reading the story. Any changes or suggestions, even criticism, will be welcomed.

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