Back in the deserts there was a kingdom of floras, every flora magnificent than the other, except for the very last one who was habituated on the edge of the road. She was the simplest amidst all. While all others were busy glimmering in their sweet colors and fragrance after the touch of rain, she decided to stare at the sunshine and moonlight wondering how to sparkle the world around her. Due to her distance she chose in both the homing and thoughts, she would often be undervalued and criticized by the other beauties and as well by most in the kingdom.

As the seasons passed by the kingdom kept blooming, in their colors and perfume and every flora was noticed more than before. On the other hand, the little one on the edge worked to burrow her roots strong and expanded, expanding everyday to get one crawl closer to the road she gazed at. And for this she had to face her mud every day, damaging the littlest corner of her petal and burrowing her scent in her roots. For this, she was often seen as a disgust, too little and too low by the rest of the floras. Even the breeze those flew by, decided not to touch her for days, except for a very light breeze once. This breeze smelled her fragrance she burrowed and wanted to be the only one to touch and feel it so it decided to visit her every day. Whilst all other breezes would flatter the movements of the gentle petals of other floras, this breeze only visited her telling her how different of a charm she was. There were days she wouldn’t let the breeze puff her, but there came days when she began to enjoy dancing in the breeze’s blow and just when she would let the breeze have a small taste of her aroma, something happened…

With every other breeze, this breeze decided to change its direction towards the kingdom and never showed up again. This change of course damaged that little diligent into weak and gloominess. The other floras had one more reason to taunt her again. Her roots were splintering and her road seemed far by. She wouldn’t look at the sunshine and moonlight for days and seasons.

Then one night, suddenly came a storm. The entire kingdom, all of its beauties blown away, off their roots at once! Except they failed to spread their strength at the one at the far edge, although she was shivering out of fear and cold, she decided to stand straight and fight back the storm that night. She fought and fought until the sun showed up and it was all warm once again.

She looked back at the sunshine and smiled and waited till the light filled her up once again. She stood shattered but brave, she stood broken but bold. She stood only to realize that the storm she fought spread her fragrance, now throughout the desert. She stood only to see that road she wanted to reach was now beneath her rooted feet. She stood only to realize that once again she newly Rose.

Who knows where you have been, how you made it this far. Who knows the pain of the travel yet who knows the joy of the sunshine and moonlight. Who knows, but You, the contentment of rising.

The wildest, stand strongest

                                           The wildest, stand strongest

Who makes the Difference?

Fate was never in our hands, nor will it be, what others think and talk about us, are neither. We usually don’t control the happenings around us but the factor, over which we have the power, is controlling the peace of our mind.

People around you will never treat you the way you expect them to, so in the first place let’s just stop expecting from others (exceptions aren’t examples). But what you must keep in mind is it matters how you treat them because in the end it only reveals your identity. With your behavior you mark your individuality and uniqueness. There will come times where these very people will compel you to lose your control over yourself; these very people become the reason of your restlessness, but don’t yet let it just go. Hold on to your rope of patience little more, doesn’t matter if it has slipped a little or you are brought to the very edge of losing, hold it back. It is never worth losing up on yourself or belittling yourself over their thoughts because these very people were meant to be your test of this life and that’s it!

They will not rule over your mind, neither will they last for long to see what is going on in your life or your mind once they are done with their job. Except for those very few on whom you have probably lost to count on, will remain to hold onto your back till the end, and as said, they will be very few. Nonetheless, in the end, it will be You who will decide to lose or to win. What to lose in order to win that.

The choice will be yours to make, did you ever want it happening? Haven’t you ever dreamt it to come to pass? Will you just let them coerce into you? Would you let external factors now decide? Or is it you, who makes the difference?

Little but do we realise, it is not about the difference but Us – Saaj