“I am sorry,” she said as if to put period to our long argument. But the look in her eyes. I had never seen it before. For a girl as gentle and kind as her, she looked vicious. Her eyes were focused right at me. There was an awkward stillness in them. She kept her eyes on me, her head a bit slanted, her arms crossed, as I reached the door. “I mean it,” she said, “I shouldn’t have hurt you.” I turned around feeling a bit of guilt in her voice, but all I saw was a ferocious animal with stone eyes. I reached for the handle. I knew her sorry was nothing but a formality. She would attack me again, whenever she deems it necessary. But I left the room hoping time would make her realize her mistake. As time, itself, is a great teacher…
I knew I had to clean all the tiny cob webs that had suddenly appeared on every wall in my house. So, I took my cob web cleaner in my hand and headed to complete my mission. As I was dusting and cleaning the walls and tube-lights, something caught my eye. For a moment I just stood there looking at it with wonder. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? My sister and I always complain about how our house is undecorated and how we require more frames to put on our walls. But in complaining about what we don’t have, we tend to forget what we do have. Everything around us that was once extraordinary eventually becomes part of the ordinary. What I was looking at was in-fact a beautiful frame hanging above my bedroom’s door. Why was I astonished? Because I had forgotten that it ever existed. That is what happens to every extraordinary thing in our lives. Something new comes up becomes trendy and after a small amount of time becomes part of the ordinary. So, appreciate what you do have.
Hey, everyone. Today I want to introduce some of my friends and family who have just joined WordPress and I want to give them a warm welcome to our community.
P.S: You know how excited one gets when some close relative or friends joins your community.
Umph, umph.. Presenting to you my friends and family who are also now my WordPress family.
Very warm welcome to:
May you enjoy being a part of WordPress.
I would love that if you visit their blogs because all of them are amazing writers.
Whenever I have an exam or something, this guilt stays with me to keep me conscious. I feel guilt whenever I haven’t prepared properly for an exam. I feel guilty of wasting time. I feel guilty of acting immaturely. I feel guilty all the time. I mean at one hand it keep me doing hard work, but on the other hand it eats me. Eats me to the core. Stops me from what I am doing right in my path. Tells me things like I am reckless, lazy, unworthy….I mean it is both a friend and enemy. It is my frenemy….
I usually sit through my exam till the last minutes. Mostly it’s because I am still doing the quiz, but sometimes I sit throughout the exam so that after it finishes I will not tell myself:
“If you would have waited maybe something would have come to your mind.”
“See, that’s what you get for being over-efficient. Had you rechecked your paper, this wouldn’t have happened.”
So, this scolding machine inside my heads keep me doing the right thing. As I posted once that I consider guilt as a gift. Well, its not like I am deviating from what I said earlier. But….the frenemy thing needed to be mentioned.
Is guilt your frenemy too?