From one house to the next to the next.

Her daily routine was made of her work at different places with different ‘Bajis’.

There was her ‘Bangla Wali Baji’ in whose servant quarter she resided with her family.

And then there were many others.

From dawn till dusk, she performed her work with utter responsibility.

And she did it daily, for her family and her children and her house.

She was fully committed in fulfilling her responsibility.

And never did she show any sign of distress, of misery.

Though her life had been a constant struggle, she was satisfied with it.

And then I realized that personal satisfaction and peace of mind has nothing to do with the worldly affairs!

It depends solely on your outlook of life!

~AA

Each time he would give his maximum potential.

He would issue reference books from the library, watch videos on Youtube, make a separate notebook for each of his subject, practice all the numerical and learn all the definitions.

And each time he would fail.

There were other students besides him, who wouldn’t work hard the way he did, and still they managed to get better grades.

And no matter how much he would struggle to learn all of his syllabus, he would fail.

Was God being unjust with him?

He always hoped that his hardwork would pay off.

But he saw nothing coming.

Failures continued to happen.

He was beginning to lose hope.

Until one day.

When everything begin to make sense.

When he won a national competition.

When it became the most important thing in his life to secure a promising job.

Grades did not matter.

~AA

She was a quiet person.

Shy by nature, since her childhood.

Growing up required her to speak up even at times when she didn’t want to.

She feared being judged for her ideas and her way of perceiving life.

Not everyone thought the way she did.

Not everyone was able to understand her feelings and emotions and why she felt the way she did.

She was different, for sure.

She wasn’t the typical girl you’ll meet randomly.

She had a hidden treasure within herself.

A treasure of ideas and thoughts she just couldn’t put into words.

And while the world continued to judge, she continued to keep things to herself.

That’s how she lived.

The world was too cruel, not letting her express herself.

And while keeping things to herself, she continued to blossom, because her thoughts were good and her intentions pure.

~RJ