The Step Beyond It

In the olden days in Lytton, BC, there was a family of three. The family's head was the Grandfather, Hanks, his Grandson, Neil and Neil's father, Reily. Well, the father really doesn't have a role here much, but I thought maybe three characters in a story would seem more appealing somehow perhaps? Anyways, Hanks had given Neil a scroll wrapped in an Egyptian leaf before dying. Of course, it is mandatory to say that both of them loved each other a lot, otherwise, the story that I'm about to try to narrate won't make sense, would it? The scroll had a message(  it should, right? ) and it read : 'As your hands grip this scroll, my memory in your heart will surely be relived. I wanted to find the perfect words to make you understand how much I'm going to miss you but I failed. But I assumed, that maybe the simple words would make more sense. I only got one message for you. It can be both painful and wonderful at the same time.  I have one of my o...

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 Bahama...

Gravity is experienced horizontally too. Some might say its attraction. But I believe there is something other than attraction that brings us together. No, not even love. I want to give an abstract illustration today. "Let us suppose there is a leaf. A pink leaf. A leaf, obviously falls from a tree, right? So, a pink leaf is rare, but apparently is surrounded by ordinary trees ( with green leaves) . So this tree only has one pink leaf which has never withered away. Whereas many leaves have fallen down from the same tree, even from the same branch! But not that leaf. As it is abstract, the other leaves were jealous of this pink leaf. You know which leaves were jealous? The leaves which had withered away, all the leaves which had fallen down and had formed a big heap of leaves. They had thought that they were floating whereas they were just falling towards the ground. And do notice I say "towards" and not "on". I say "towards" because even fa...

It often happens that we come across strange strangers in our lives. Some; we forget that very instance and some, we remember forever. And so it was for Steve as he was walking down in one of the alleys of Sicily one day. Steve had been from France but had shifted to Sicily after his service in the War. So as he was walking down the alley, he was abruptly approached by an old man. It seemed as if the old man was left with only one desire, and that was to offer Steve, a book. Steve wanted to know why he wanted to give him the book. But he didn't, as he figured that the old man couldn't speak. "So his hesitation was changed to a guarantee and an appreciation to the old man." ~⚡️ And hence, the old man continued walking as if they had never met. As an individual, would you forget such a stranger? Or be even more curious? I'll leave you all in that dilemma because that answer depends totally on yourself. Steve, on the other hand, didn't open the book till ...

Once upon a time, there lived a girl in New Hampshire. She was Grace. She had a strange hobby of collecting feathers which fell from the wings of birds. Her father had asked her once why she liked collecting feathers. She replied, "It is the only good thing I'll do on this earth." This was her reply when she was only eleven years old. What made her father dumbfounded was the fact that his daughter, who was barely stepping into teens, was talking in parables. Her father calmly smiled to reassure her that he believed her. He never did.  Why?  Her father never bothered to decipher the parable because somewhere, in his clear conscience, he mistook her parable for her innocence.  Grace grew up to be a very smart woman. For a girl who could speak in parables when she was eleven, it was obvious she would turn out to be a bright woman. Wherever she went, she carried a book. It was thicker than two thesauruses. She would stick the feathers she found on the road or anywhe...

There was this mother of age thirty two. She had a son who always like to hear a story before going to sleep at night. The son, no matter how simple or same the story was, always respected her effort. The son grew up listening to stories, which his mother made up impromptu. The mother was very happy that they could spend time together. Many years  Soon, the boy turned into a man. Got busy in his life.  He hadn't heard a story for 25 years now. Somewhere in his conscience he wanted to, but his own life and work got the most of him.  The mother was left alone many years ago. She was quite happy that her son was now a man and was doing good for himself.  One night, the mother wasn't feeling well. So she decided to call up her son. Her son had gone through a rough day and was resting. He saw the name on the screen when the phone rang. He was both angry and happy. But, the son wanted to talk. So he picked up the phone. They both talked for a while, and th...

A word used time and again and spoken without understanding the true meaning of it, is hope. When the word hope is said, a question arises, do we really need it? In your first instance you'd probably be like, "Duh!, hell yes!" Me being myself, thought another way. What if I say, "We don't need hope?", You'd think of me as a lunatic. What I feel is if, and I emphasise on if,  What if having hope from the start was the thing that made us vulnerable in the first place? Maybe without hope, we wouldn't ever be let down by our own optimism? ⚡️ We wouldn't have felt bad for assuming a thing to happen! However much you like to hope , this line must've challenged you. Maybe if there was no hope, there wouldn't have been any disappointment. Let's face it, being optimistic is being hopeful. Lets remember one thing, we are talking in the context of what if . So I can only, by the extent of my blog, challenge ...