When The President Is Just A Letter Away...
I
can never forget crying out that loud and harsh... tears screaming of injustice
and unreasonable declaration. A heart
wrenching refusal to big dreams and even bigger dedication. And most of all,
without a hint, without a merciful second to digest, an indifferent and a plain
‘no.’
Funnily
enough, my tale of failure today brings up an instant smile and laughter that
takes a while to recede. Perhaps it has taught me to move on, knock on new
doors and let the sunrays in through diverse windows.
I
was not always a confident individual nor was I a go- getter or someone who
would stick to things and take a stand. Although I have become quite different
from what I was before, I still haven’t changed my stature. I still stand at an
average height for which, you are not counted worthy enough to be in the Republic
day’s parade. You are not eligible to have a cup of tea with the President on
the following evening. Intelligence, skills and passion are secondary
sometimes. We require a good height.
Guess
what, I truly feel like an arrow shot from a bow... rapid and precise. Brisk
and apt. Things have turned out just like you said they would. I have found
success in other things and am continuing to glow so bright, I guess the light’s
never going to fade.
No
one wrote a letter to me as meaningful as you did. And although I could use
your handwriting to boast about this letter, it is a deeper sense of calmness
it brings to me. It is almost like meeting you in person. It has become my
Bible and my inspiration.
Thank you so much.
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