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An Assumed Pathway

A young couple had gone to Harbour Island in the Bahamas for a vacation.
They had been pretty excited about this trip because it was their first trip after their marriage.
As soon as they had gotten off the plane, they wore stupid and spirited smiles that existed because of their brand new love and their smiles couldn't be wiped away, just like the stones on the shore of a beach; because at the beach, all is wiped away by the waves except the stones or rocks. All the names carved with the help of thin branches, all the footsteps which act as witnesses of our journey, everything is wiped away. 
When they arrived at the hotel, they were welcomed by garlands, carefully decorated with exotic flowers. By doing this formality, I believe, maybe the hotel achieved their objective of signifying their culture.  They were further shown their room and were comforted by the staff's assistance. Their room had been the perfect shore - facing room.

The Harbour Island in the Bahamas was known especially for its beautiful sunsets, and this couple didn't want to miss it by any chance. That day, while relaxing on the beach chair and looking at the unreal horizon, the man noticed that a bottle had been brought to the shore by the waves. It was a plastic bottle and had a label that had been erased due to the repeated thrashing of waves. It seemed to the man as if the bottle had a piece of paper. The top of the bottle had been stuffed with a piece of the cloth of jeans to prevent it from opening.

The man hurried and opened the bottle and ensured that he took the paper out, carefully. Through the texture of the paper, the man realized that it needed at least a decade to obtain such a composition; and he immediately presumed that the man who had written this was long dead.
The man immediately assumed that he was dead. Was it wrong of him? Was he pessimistic about life and its circumstances? Did he think too far? We often do the exact same thing in our lives. If we get a hint from life's circumstances about something, we are too afraid to literally think and talk about it. We believe, if we do think or talk about this, we'll somehow mess it all up. If I could simplify, I'd say that we are afraid of what already is and has been and are just progressing towards maintaining that imaginary fear of ours ~⚡️ 
So, the man had found a message in a plastic bottle which read :

"If I mention my name in this letter (which has zero possibility to be actually found by someone), it would be just the same as any other bright white cloud for you that you don't notice while driving through the country. I had written this short letter hoping that it would reach someone, someday. I say someday because I know that the ocean has conflicting waves which will never attain peace. Therefore the instance of this bottle reaching somewhere will really give me goosebumps. I just hope that my words are not left unread. I have lost hope that someone would ever read it, but I have a strong gut feeling that it will surely reach someone.  Written on 14th April 1834."

The fact that it had been preserved over centuries only because of the piece of cloth had astonished the man. There were some feelings that he went through :

1) First of all, he had been filled with joy because he realized that he had (in a way) helped to complete that person's quest, which was to ensure that a person reads it someday.

2) Second, as he was still a person at his younger side, he understood that day, that he can never lose hope of something happening in his life, even if life makes him wait for it.

When he told his wife about this message, the woman cried and kissed the man and she sobbed for hours. The man couldn't understand what was going on.
He wondered if the message had been so moving.
The wife replied (on relating with the date) that this was from her great - granddad. The man was astonished and asked how so. She replied that her granddad always used to say that his father had written a message and thrown it into the ocean when he had gone for a sailing trip and had returned with a pair of ripped jeans(when it hadn't been a trend)  and that whosoever had found it (if its a man), the father believed that he should be the girl's husband. The girl spoke, "To me, it was a fair joke and still I had believed my granddad, but I also believed that it could never happen." 
 If you can be a helpful element in a person's life without direct influence, don't hesitate. If you are in a doubt whether it would work out or not, don't wonder. 
If you can make someone's life worth living for that person himself, then why not do it selflessly, happily and without overthinking? ~⚡️
The man tore a page from his diary and wrote something too. He put it in the same bottle along with the "ocean's message" and threw it back into the ocean.  What did he write? Well, I guess someone else will write about that some other day. Maybe when we all won't be here. But, well, somebody would, and they would be smiling just as you are!

By  :  Shaon Bandopadhyay
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