Imagine life to be a notebook and the pages to be the days,
when you read my tale!
I don’t know the number of pages on my notebook!
Maybe half the notebook is already filled.
Some pages are filled with
my life stories that I am proud of and
some pages with stories I am not so proud of.
I know that I can change not what I’ve already written,
but I do know that I can bring about a twist in the story,
steer around and change the direction;
And write the ****** that I would come to like.
Pals, believe me, we have the power to write our ******.
Sometimes, we think that the milieu our notebook is from,
decides all the chapters on the notebook.
We presume that if the notebook had not seen sunshine
and had been confined to the cupboard,
then it will be impossible for the notebook
to survive the outside weather.
Survive the rough weather, believe me, it will.
Just going through it, experiencing the rough tides,
will change the course of the story,
making a history that will not be forgotten.
I hear there can be alternate timelines.
Maybe, someday, there will come into the world
a machine with a dial,
that will let us turn back pages
and overwrite what we’ve already written.
Till then,
write great stories on each page
that wipes away the bitterness on the previous pages.
