The Broken Violin (Short Story - I)

There used to be a boy and his mother who lived alone a bit far away from the city. They were poor who had less means to eat every day yet they tried and were happy together.  The mother used to work part time with a tailor who used to give her something to do and paid her in a dime or few. The boy was 8 years old and worked as a newspaper delivery boy in the city. He used to pass by this shop where he used to buy a loaf of bread. He would find a man standing there with a violin in his hand, playing the music of pure heartfelt noise. The boy used to sometimes forget why he was there and just be mesmerized when the street violinist played his music, standing there for hours.  He thought to himself that one day he would buy himself a violin and become rich with his music,  people will stand before him and tell him that they are cured with such soulful sound that he could play.  The boy used to work in the mornings and went home at night. His mother asked him almost everyday

“Where do you go all day?”

 And the boy told her,

“I want to play the violin and make you rich and not let you do a thing.”

All day he dreams of the music he'll play when he grows up. His mother with tears in her eyes said,

“You will be a miracle child that will make your mother proud one day.”

But then seasons came and passed, their situation was getting a bit better, the tailor had more work which he would share with the boy’s mother and she had been saving some money for her loving son, for some time now she had fallen ill and the boy had grown almost 4 years older now, doing the same thing as he had been doing.  Dreaming of the day he would play his violin. This year his birthday came when he was about to turn 12. His mother had saved some money and the tailor had given her some loan to buy her son a gift he's been waiting for. The boy came home early that day and his mother told him to stay home because she is going in the city and she will be right back. The boy’s mother went in the city and bought him the best violin she can and while coming home that day of surprises brought a storm and the storm had lifted its plan to be heavy. She tried to rush home in her weak health and she almost had reached when she slipped and fell down the riverbank and into the river yet holding tightly to the violin case. The tailor was passing down that road when he heard a gasping scream and ran towards with a lantern in his hand and saw her there and rushed towards her to save her. He wrapped her in his coat and ran towards her home. A loud bam on the door made the boy jump and he ran and opened it and saw his mother trembling with fever and cold and held firmly by the tailor yet she did not let go of the violin. The boy saw her in so much pain asked the tailor while crying in shock,

“What had happened?”

 The tailor ordered the boy,

“Get the water warmed up and put on some tea, your mother was bringing you a present when she fell into the river. She was already sick from before.”

But her being all wet in this storm took the turn for the worst. His mother lying in her bed as the clock struck 12. She pulled her son near and said,

 "Happy Birthday, this is for you my dear.”

And she gave the violin in his hands while holding him near to her cheek.  She said,

"I love you my son... here, play a tune so I can hear".

Tears in her son's eyes told a story how he did not want what he had been dreaming of like this. She thought he would be surprised but that became the darkest day of his life. He played the last note that his mother heard as she died on a day that brought surprise of pain to the boy’s heart. He screamed for his mother to return.  He sat on her bedside till the morning came and wished he hadn't wished for something he would never gain. Now he sits with his violin on the table and thinks this is a curse and not a tune enabled. He opened the case to put the violin back in. It had a letter, saying “To My Son”.  He opened the letter and as he read tears poured down his cheeks. It was a letter that his mother wrote to him before buying him his surprise. She wrote that

“My time has come to go far away from you where your father is and we will be listening to your music. The dream you had shall never fade away. You will make us proud standing in front of a huge crowd as they will never want you to stop playing your violin. I wish I had lived for more years to see you grow and find a pretty girl and have children, ha’ my grandchildren. Never be sad as I am with your father now, in a better place and we are always with you and looking over you. You will grow up to be a fine young man.

Goodbye my dear child,

Your loving mom.”

Letting Go Of The Memories!

My words are torment of time and age; I seek whatever I can to get by each day. Standing on the edge of the mountain and singing a song of hope, well, deliberate act of mistake can make people understand me less. I hum my song to the verge of coincide everyone’s feeling. I seek positive replacements and utter words that motivate them, to step away from an edge, to make their will far greater than they see. Awaken moments and broken promises that are enforced on us to play their song over and over again till you forget to hum the song of hope that was given from the day you were born. Yes, innocence that has left you now, you seek its virginity broken in demise. But your shyness and shame would cover your dignity enough to make a change for tomorrow. A voice inside you will scream even then, “There is no such thing as love”. Yet, you will seek day in and day out for once that was yours. “Believe…” a voice will echo, like a light you seem to have forgotten, yet have found a road. You will stand and walk and lay, as a child you dreamt of a place that was once. Your fury will lead to a greater danger but remember the song you once sung is still in your heart. The place you dreamt will play your song of hope. Take your courage from the smallest details to the deepest slumbers. “Be at peace”, will say the time, “for you have reached a place where everything is mine, lay your head low, destination is a place where you will go”.

Graduating From The World!

We are a tool of learning and teaching from the day we are born till the day we die. Our basic learning starts from home.  Our parents or people that are in our surroundings, when they do something or the way they do or say, we try to copy and even learn from those movements. The context of learning is impossible to describe since it is incomplete and more innovative ways are being discovered every day. "Learning and Teaching" basic science, it is as same as "Receiving and Giving", it can also be derived as "Exchange of Thoughts and Actions". This exchange of thought, knowledge, collaborated argument, conversation etcetera are a few context of understanding how we are learning and getting our learning into teaching across.

"Wondering how your world works, wondering how your mind works" ... ~by Random_Hijabi (Check her out on tumblr http://randomhijabi.tumblr.com/ )

But the actual understanding and knowledge comes in practicality and from which we understand one another without us speaking to each other. What makes a situation same with us the most is a feeling proportionately same to the other person who is in that state. Things we undergo psychologically and emotionally, so, learning in its own perspective area has deep root to a tree whose branches keep going.

When we personally deal with situations or take a certain decisions, the consequence of a few situations we can predict and derive the outcome and many we take on chances from which we learn as well, regardless of the result be good or bad. Taking wisdom as knowledge and applying it in our daily life is a form of learning. We usually learn from our elders, or people of knowledge regardless of age, there are certain kids that are mature in understanding life than those who are older to them. We come under this amazement of a brain that keeps taking in and sets different places for us to derive them when we need them again. 

Imagination and dreams are tools of learning as well from which we try to make impossible into possible.

The world today has come from thoughts into possibilities, where people dreamed and now can be actually done through something known as “Scientific Research”.  But any person at the end of day should know the basics of life. The Small steps we take can be turned into tortures for ourselves. Graduation from this world needs courage and confidence of the mind and heart.

Hunger Of Dreams; Actions Can Satisfy!

Choices are my red alerts that make my path’s direction change and that might make me stay in a reverie forever. Experiences make our genes and these genes are made through a person’s character. There is a saying “You are what you eat”. Eating is a factor to control a certain person’s ability and desires, for example, when a person desire’s to eat a cheese burger and thinks about exercising would result him to do nothing. So the factor will be zero until he fulfills his desire and does not exercise, this will try to bring the person under the factor of diet but there is none until exercised.

Now, what is a definition of a dream? It is a destination between two points which starts from desire and ends on satisfaction, either fulfilling the need of your emotions or yourself would result into a goal. When a person is bored, most of the time the mind confuses with the thoughts of impossibilities to which day dreams are defined. There are some that can be made possible through a fictional projection.

What does destination has to do with dreams? Well, as long as there is “Time” included in any phase, force may lead the desire to a certain goal means a destination has to be recovered in that certain time or it may flow with time and forgotten.

Today in life our last dream is to live in peace and harmony with our loved ones before even they are taken away from us. We should choose those options which are better for us and better for others. But, how can two couples live together? Even they get divorced after a minute or two. Time is running fast and yes, we are running out of options that may cause a disaster for tomorrow.

I can understand is, time takes us to place where there is hope for everyone and especially for those who have lost their way. We should realize that living in dreams cannot make the dreams come true until made possible by trying (a.k.a "Action"), no matter whatever the consequences may be. We should all dream to succeed but only if we want to live for the gift that moment brings us.

Insanity Is The New Trend

We are in turmoil for getting ourselves treated, injecting a serum and breathing again by looking at the world so different. I'm suggesting the world ways they have not seen. They see me an ill patient with issues of times that are no more and I'm trying to live them. Kiss the night away, too young with an amount of morphine I'm under. This is the end I believe, where I'm happy and there is no sadness, my mind is at too many places to stand in a room, lights that blink an eye and I'm judged by brain leeches. Human heart is in pain, I need to be there, screaming at the top of my lungs as they feed on my soul. Their pills are their own flesh, telling me I'll get better. Tomorrow I'll breathe again, tomorrow is not a person, and I am still in pain. I never watched television and why are you telling me to see the world through it. I have eyes and my heart sees all that I want to. I am put inside a room where they pour cold water over me; try to electrocute those symptoms out of me. Where should I run, where am I to go, I am alone in their world. I should just sit for awhile and see their television, listen to their words, feel their emotions, I might get out of here sooner that way. I cannot be turned. I might just feel better, I will be okay.

Happiness And Virtue - A Perfect Combination Into "Life"!

I have understood one thing about life is that persistence, obsession and passion could lead you to either a heart attack or top of the world, success. In this world Inspirations are hard to find and develop those few inspired substances within yourself, so that you don’t lose it and keep yourself motivated to keep doing what your heart is telling you to. Usually people lose hope, faith and at times that moment which made them decide what they were missing. We need to believe in ourselves and those ambitious moments that got us up and made us felt, “Today Is The Day When Everything Will Change.” Innovative ideas are a Godsend, finding means is like finding excuses. Get a paper and a pencil, write a plan, procedure, steps and make it happen. Time is old and we’re getting older. Moments are short and our lives getting shorter. Live your life as if it is your last day. “Love, Live Life and Let Live.” Happiness is a choice which will get you to inspire and be inspired by people around you and even strangers, soon they wont be strangers anymore. Those couples that are living together should get married, who knows how long this life is, why wait and see things, when you have the moments with you. If you have failed in doing something and you want to die, you’re sad but you need hope, go outside and don’t think about your failure, just embrace it all in. Learn from your mistakes and take another step forward. I’ve learnt “It Is Important To Laugh At Your Failures Instead Of Putting Yourself Down For Them.” If you’ve lost money, don’t ponder over it. Look forward and make time worthwhile instead making yourself dragged down to depression. There is more to do than to worry, and you will know that life is worth living every moment and not wasting any because every moment you breathe and live is a blessing.

I'll Get Through!

Tossed across limits, shattered with anger and sound of feelings scattered on the floor. Last emotion left to keep but freed so many more. I’m running, running empty on the broken glasses, happiness, sorrow; moments that were forgotten revive senses of my heart. “Run, run, just run in the darkest place my love”, says the heart. With terror I start to shake, every emotion stares at me just to find a way to devour. Walked and ran, walked and ran, there was no way out and I had no strength. Voices kept telling me, “take it; do it”, yet I knew nothing. Tremble with fear as I was bitten by it. “LET THEM ENGULF ME!” I screamed with madness. Scattered feelings, senses of healing, they all said to be one with me. I knew then what I had given up, the forgotten moments, the time I could never turn back. Every tear for a memory, every smile for a memory, every hate for a memory, even a lie for a memory… and all the moments I lived. Emotions beat my senses to a pulp, I had felt enough and wanted no more. A voice says, “take it”, I took a shard of shattered glass, “do it”, and I did from which I had been painted red but that color did not make the end of my memories yet I left myself bleeding instead.