The Young Girl's Story
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| Swami Vivekananda |
'The Young Girl's Story' is based upon one of the quotes given
by Swami Vivekananda for all the youths of the country-
“Arise, Awake and Stop not till
the Goal is reached”.
Read the Story to know if the Young Girl justified
to this statement!)A young girl, who was in her late teens just stepped into her youth age was quite shy talking to new people, but she was bold enough to key the wrong points. She finished her schools and waiting for admission to a college, however, due to monetary crisis in her family, her admission was delayed and she started giving her hands for the household chores. When it was the actual time, the initial phase of her young age to decide what she has to choose in her life to make a mark in this competitive world, she was busy thinking about how to earn for her family. She was very sportive, fond of drawing and painting which were her favourite activities to deal with the timeless ups and downs of life as well as to enunciate her feelings or emotions because doing such artworks never restricted her from good thoughts and kept her away from the mean, greedy world. This way keeping herself engrossed in one or the other activities, the girl was calm, very quiet, at times clumsy or imaginative, but a true and sophisticated person. She had nothing costly or luxurious for herself, but she carried her self-respect, sweet attitude, and vision aiming high.
The young girl with dreams to become a person of million hearts with her propensity, creativity, sweetness, and ambition. But she did not know how to initiate and land up with her ambition.This way her days were rolling on, until one fine day, during the first week of August, on a Monday morning, exactly 7:50 am when she took out her bicycle from the building she resides. She rode her bicycle to the vegetable market (Bazaar) to buy vegetables, groceries, and a wholesome gunny bag of rice. On the way, she could find young boys and girls going to college, parents going to leave their children to school, etc. But she believed in the reality of her life, accepted her fate and moved on.
She finished buying all the things from the market and riding back to her home. She was riding the bicycle at a slow speed, as she was carrying all the bags full of vegetables and groceries. The bags were hanged on the handlebar, head tube, front basket and back seat of the bicycle. She was unable to move her legs completely while pedalling the bicycle, so she rode slowly, very slowly. On every bends and turn, she rang the bell of her bicycle.
It was 8:30 am then while returning back from the bazaar on a turning point from the opposite side came a rickshaw puller, who appeared suddenly without blowing the horn or any prior intimation on the turn. The rickshaw walla did not even lower the speed of his rickshaw, out of nowhere appeared and dashed the front wheel of her bicycle. She fell down rigorously with her bicycle in between the road. Things were about to spill on the road from the bags, but she somehow managed to rescue them. However, few vegetables dropped out from the bag and rolled a little further on the road.
She was shocked and clueless as to what actually happened at that very moment. She tried to pull the
brakes of her bicycle as quickly as it was possible, also kept ringing the bell
of her cycle before taking the turn. However, before she could realise or
notice the rickshaw puller the accident took place. Accidents are said to
happen at an immediate phase with no sign of caution. The rickshaw walla did
not bother to get down to help in bringing back the vegetables or lifting her
bicycle. He stopped for a moment, gazed at her and rode away with his
rickshaw. A motor-biker also passed by but did not stop to help her in
getting up.
She was broken for a second, felt like crying, but immediately she
stood up, lifted her bicycle and made it stand by the side of the road. She
started gathering the vegetables which were spilled on the road. She felt
awkward and did not want to become the butt
of anyone's jokes or a loser in someone’s eye whoever was passing
by that road. She stopped the tears coming out from her eyes, she wept before it
sheds from eyes. She cleared her watery eyes to see the world clearly, to see
the people around her clearly, to see the way properly. The then rain started
pouring down, she was in a hurry to wrap up the things and ride her bicycle
back to home, but she was wet. She felt favourable
because her tears washed away with the raindrops and no one would be able to
see her tears and know about her failure story.
Before colliding with the rickshaw, she had a fear in her heart about
the spilling of vegetables and groceries or being fallen down on the way, as the
bicycle was too heavy for her to ride from the market to home, which was nearly
20 minutes distance away. But after actually falling down, she was fearless because the fear in her already passed
through her. She fell down, but she rose by herself. This way she did not fail. With her head, held up high, she looked
at each and everyone who passed by that way, saw the different faces of the
world and she concluded they are not the same people who ignored her or didn’t
help her when she fell down. These are people with a different mindset,
different observation, different motives, she did not want to carry the bad
luck or failure story to the new mass. She wanted to carry a smile, a new face,
a new story to tell the new people those come
on her way now.
She brought all the vegetables, groceries as it had to be brought
back to home, and she did not disclose to her family members about the incident
occurred on the way. After returning back home, as usual, she did all the work
that was required and she had forgotten about the morning incident. But as the
night grew she felt the pain, her body squeezing up reminded
that she had fallen down with an embarrassing
bad luck. But she was strong enough to hide her pain and hold tears in her eyes
that night.
Author: Paromita Pramanick
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