Let Truth Create Sensation

Let Truth Create Sensation

Man is a slave to some false perceptions where the lie is considered a better approach to an easier life; better than the truth that is harsh and unfriendly. Such perceptions fill us with guilt.

It was a mid-day break during school hours. I was having lunch alone as my bestie was absent on that day. There was this ‘so-called’ friend of mine who gave me a lesson on the importance of truth. She came to me and asked for a company to the school canteen. Agreed.
The canteen supervisor was busy, so he asked my friend to take out the ice-cream herself from the freezer. She did so. But instead of one, she took two ice-creams from the counter. She snatched my handkerchief and covered one ice-cream to hide from the supervisor. I became furious. How could the girl take me for guaranteed? I had agreed to accompany her to the canteen but not to commit a crime.

“How many have you taken?” Canteen man asked casually.
“One!” My friend was extra cautious in replying.
My parents always taught me to be truthful and honest in my actions. The situation was a far cry from my morals. My friend paid for one ice-cream and took two, leaving me bewildered. I rejected her as my friend and took my hanky back, baring the ‘stolen piece’.
“Two ice-creams!” It was me. I was beaming with pride. The truth freed me from guilt.

On that day, I lost a friend but learnt an important lesson for life. When I tell the truth my conscience lauds me. Somewhere in my heart, I feel satisfied that I’ve not broken the trust of my family who has complete faith in me.

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Driven by Emotions

Driven by Emotions

Off to workplace, I started my day,

Juggling with traffic on my way.

“Nothing seems to improve, years passed”,

Cursing the authorities as I rushed fast.

Caught my pool-car just in time,

Chatted with colleagues and all was fine.

Till snarling traffic monstered our ride,

Worrying me more of Boss-tide.

Paused and crawled and worried a bit,

‘Nothing can help when traffic jams grit’,

Prayed to God, planned an excuse,

Knew before the Boss, nothing would click!

Caught my glance were two sad eyes,

Of little lost fellow I found on the other side,

He made a sound, a little cry,

My heart skipped a beat, forgot my plight.

Stopped the car, sprinted I ran,

Grasped him after situation I weighed.

What about poolers, you ask I say;

“They were looking, but I didn’t care.

I ran to him anyway.”

Smiling, I picked the puppy so afraid,
We both felt relieved heading to safe lodging that day:)

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My Conversation With God

WOW: Conversation With God

Frozen in the deep snow,
With continuous anxiety, every moment grow,
Repenting at the decision of skiing,
Only if at the reverse opinion of my mom I could bow.

“Save me, God, 🙏 I don’t want to die so soon.”
Murmuring the ice-trapped-me with folding hands.
The silence was making the situation bad-even worse.
Hoping for an SOS party; WAOH that would be a boon.

Save me, God, save me...
Save me…..

-“My Child!”, Echoed a hope full of grace.

-“I can’t see you, would you mind showing your face?”, I was anxious.

-“I can help you out of this situation my child but want you to make an effort to prove you are alive!”

-“Look! I’m stuck in ice so deep, want you to help me so with my loving people may I meet.”

-“Life is precious, it’s a gift from me to you. Such mistakes are fatal, don’t you ever do!”

-“You gave me the gift of life? Who are you?”

-“I am God,” a laughter played in the background as the face I couldn’t see.

-“If you’re God, would you mind taking me out of these snow lumps!” disbelief was obvious in my taunting tone.

-“I can help you that is a thing so sure,
But won’t as I want you to help yourself with all might bestowed on you.

-“I’ve already tried my best to break the ice-trap; nothing happened as ice is hard shell!”

-“Try this last time with my name on your lips and courage galore.
Believe in yourself, life will give you such challenges more!”

Gathered courage and uttered His name,
Strange that time I could get free,
SOS arrived and arrangements spree.
God helps us and I do agree!

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