I am extremely sorry for not posting my blogs regularly. Recently, I wrote a short story ; I hope that you have a big smile on your face as you read the last words of this story.
THE FOLLOWING SHORT STORY IS NOT THE PART OF CHAPTER 2 OF BOOK ALICE
“I lived happily with my wife Martha but not every story ends with a happy ending. On September 25, 1989 a fire broke out at my house. When I reached home from work I saw my house falling into ashes and the air was rent with Martha screaming inside I began to rush into house but the neighbours grabbed me they did not let me inside.I dialled the fire brigade. I begged the people to help me to calm down the fire. But no one did I was rushing here and there throwing water at my burning house. The neighbours just watched the scene they said that it was too late to try to save Martha they already tried but it was all in vain. I lost my soul that day , my home.I slept in the icy winds at that night refusing to take help from anyone.That day I stopped speaking with everyone, i knew that only I could help myself no one else will.I blamed myself for killing Martha. I rebuilt my home after 9 months after the incident. I locked myself in. The only part of the day I got out my home was to meet my wife in her grave.I was happy to shut down the world to live alone in memories of my wife.But deep down I was tired to live alone and was ready to give up.Everyone in the existence has experienced despair , a feeling of being completely lost thinking that there was no way out of the endless darkness of despair. I thought the same too until she pulled me out me from darkness“.The hall was filled with thousands of people who listened to me as a I spoke. My voice echoed in the hall , all eyes were on me, finally I was getting some attention. Never in my wildest dream i thought that I would ever be able to get out of my room. My journey from a world restricted to my bedroom to the International Book Convention in Paris is quite interesting.”The only reason I am here today is because of her , Alice. I lived in Wilshire, a small town in Europe , more like a village. Since forever, I considered myself as introvert , my only friend were Lola, Danny, Wyllie, Zoe. My four dogs and some fishes and not to forget the dozen birds that came to me in the morning to eat the seeds and grains I used to put out for them to eat. I was lucky indeed, Wilshire was the most loneliest town in Europe , Wilshere was abode to only two or three households . Due to harsh weather conditions no one actually came to this town but the town’s beauty was breathtaking; forests , lakes and ponds surrounded the grounds . The town had only one general store which was runned by Mr. Henri. Mr. Henri had a lovely daughter, Alice who was 10 years old. She always used to walk up to my home to meet my friends [ the one I mentioned earlier] she absolutely loved them. I was the grumpy 40 year old man of the town . Okay -45 that’s quite sensible so do not complain now. I always told her to stay away from my property , I never liked people especially at my home. But she used to come from the back door.I would not lie but I loved the little girl, her innocent smile and above all her efforts to make me happy . She used to bring flowers from me and sometimes she even read some stories for me. Matilda was her favourite novel. Though we had our differences I took her to fishing. We used to camp and even bake gingerbread houses during Christmas. She even played with me in snow. The fistful of neighbours we had in Wilshere were shocked by this she was bringing a change in me.I was not angry with anyone, I was forgiving the people, the world gradually.On Christmas we even used to put stocking on top of the fireplace and sing carols. Loved her and she loved me. One day we were sitting in our living room and Alice rushed into my arms with a question roaming in her mind. She asked me if she could call me grandpa . My eyes were filled with tears I hugged her and that was the first time after Martha’s death that I experienced at the feeling of being loved and respected. We shared countless memories from reading books to go on morning walks and even on dizzy carnival rides in the nearest town. The girl changed me I was myself again we used to meet Martha and sit there in front of her grave and Alice even managed to read her Matilda one day. One day Alice even posted one of my books to the readers digest competition; 6 months after when she rushed to me telling me that I won I was in trauma I never knew that I participated. After six or seven weeks I was called upon here to recite my book to all the young and budding readers. Well, I will start with the story tomorrow in the first session but I thought it was important for you to know who was responsible for my success. It was her;”.Ipointed to a girl dressed in pink silk dress who rushed to me as the spotlight hit her face.She jumped up into my embrace and I shedded some happy tears imagining that Martha would be also seeing this and smiling from heaven. The crowd stood up and appaluased for the display of affection. Me and Alice were not from the same blood . But our bond was far more special and unbreakable than any blood relation. We were connected by heart.
Australian bushfires. Civil unrest in Hong Kong. A pandemic that took precious lives and changed the way we live. Protests in every corner of America — and around the world — to demand that Black Lives Matter.
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PHOTOGRAPH TOOK BY ALICE IN THE VALLEY.Hello readers
Dear readers,
I hope that you read this in the best of your health and high spirits.
The other night Alice came to meet me, I think you have met her once in the first chapter of my book , ‘Alice’.
So, she came and she patted my shoulders whilst I was sleeping which woke me up. She gave me a message. She said that she would soon come to meet you…..
I hope that you are eager to meet her. On that note,
Right to equality includes equality before law, prohibition of discrimination on grounds of race, religion, gender, and caste or birth place. This law resides in the pages of the Constitution of every democratic nation. The Democratic Constitutions have always been mindful of people’s basic right. These constitutions have provided protection of the rights of the citizen by the government. But, it is very unfortunate that these laws are mere paper and ink. The society who calls itself “MODERN” never really accepted this fact. Despite of so many efforts from the government , activists, non governmental organisations and UN, the society never seems to change. Daily, there are many people who face discrimination on the basis of their gender. There are many women in families that are not allowed to work because apparently, “ That duty resides in the hands of the men of the house” ; This mentality is not restricted to any nation. All around the globe you will be able to find many cases where people do not get an opportunity to follow their dreams and passions because of their gender. There is a common misconception in the minds of the people that gender discrimination is solely based on women’s rights. This is where you are wrong; gender discrimination is faced by both the genders. With a growing number of men taking on the responsibility of caring for children as their parters work, breaking down traditional gender stereotypes is increasingly important. Research has also shown societal pressures to be aggressive and not reveal vulnerabilities can have negative affects on men.Bringing men into the conversation on gender equality takes a step toward breaking down those expectations of both genders. As Watson said in her speech, “It is time that we all perceive gender on a spectrum, not as two opposing sets of ideals.”
It is time for you take a stand. Speak against discrimination. IF NOT NOW, WHEN ?IF NOT BY YOU, THEN WHO ? BE THE CHANGE
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