MIXED EMOTIONS OF AN ORPHAN BOY

 MIXED EMOTIONS OF AN ORPHAN BOY

 

James sat at the edge of his seat at a rooftop café, watching the endless traffic rush by with a whirlwind sound. The sun was about to set, casting a golden hue over the landscape, making the surroundings glow with a warmth that James could feel deep in his chest. He opened his wallet and took out a worn-out photograph of his parents. Their faces now almost seemed surreal.

 

Suffering was a constant, familiar companion, like a shadow that never left his side. He missed his parents with an ache that was still raw and sharp. The emptiness and a deep sense of loss welling inside him left a huge void that seemed impossible to fill. A drop of tear fell from his eyes and onto the photograph. He missed their laughter and hugs and how they made him feel wanted, safe, loved, and secure.

 

But amidst the sorrow, there was something else, a strange warm feeling, that he could not fathom or put a finger on. It was gratitude. Despite his tragic loss, James felt thankful for the kindness that had come his way since then. The universe sent him help and love from unexpected sources in mysterious ways.

 

James was grateful to the strangers who had become his new family. They had welcomed him with open arms, offering him a place at their table. This kind, generous community, extending beyond borders, was a beacon of hope in his life. These were people he had never met before, yet they had extended their hands in support, offering smiles, words of encouragement, inspiration, guidance, and love. They had embraced him with all his flaws, making him feel like a world citizen. He sent a silent word of thanks to each of them.

 

He looked up at the glowing orange sky and whispered, “Thank You.” He thanked the universe and the people who had become his new family, his parents, wherever they might be, for watching over him and guiding him, and nature for helping him and leading him to this moment.

 

James rose from his seat, slipping the photograph back into his wallet. He stepped out of the café into a new life, with his new world of family and friends that awaited him. Sadness still clung to him, a constant reminder of his loss, but it was now interwoven with a deep sense of gratitude. This complex mix of bittersweet yet beautiful emotions made him feel more alive than ever.

 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE STUDY TABLE

    THE STUDY TABLE   ABHISHEK MUKHOPADHYAY.   A middle-aged man full of vigor and enthusiasm in his salad days Put his back-pack on his study table And stretched up blooming and energetic He put his smartphone with earphones on the study table He put his wallet laden with his knick-knacks on there too.   On there he put the voice of his dead mother There he put the scars of the surgeries he had undergone On that table his first peck and his latest The bunch of back stabbing snake friends And the other good friends who helped him an hour ago.   On there he put the recipe of his favorite family poppy seed dish The brightness of the table lamp The rhythmic sound of the steel wrist watch gifted by his sister The latest thriller by Stephen King with a catchy bookmark inside He put that on the table.   The haunting tune of Eric Clapton’s song “My Father’s Eyes” And the inspiring Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” And put that on the table Reaching out through the window, He grabbed the moon And pu
Read more

MEMORIES OF SCHOOL DAYS

Image
    MEMORIES OF MY DAYS AT ST. EDMUND’S SCHOOL   Nestled among the hills, ours was an Irish Christian Missionary School. It was founded by Edmund Ignatius Rice, a great missionary and educationist. The story goes that he belonged to a family of tenants who were into farming. When tragedy struck, and his wife died, he was left alone to care for his daughter with special needs. He sold his elegant house, moved into a stable, and opened his first school. Today, about 800 Christian Brothers in 28 countries run prestigious Edmund Rice educational institutions and follow in his footsteps.   St. Edmunds School had colossal buildings built by the Irish Brothers amidst picturesque settings. The school had three large play fields. It also had a very tranquil and very quaint chapel. Prayers were offered here in the serene atmosphere. The classrooms were spacious, roomy, and airy, with a giant blackboard in front. An intercom was fixed in the top corner of each class, through which our Principal B
Read more

3 THINGS DAVID GOGGINS TEACHES.

  3 THINGS DAVID GOGGINS TEACHES   Growing up he was raised by a single mother, he battled racism, bullying, ill-health, poverty, and the unending struggle with obesity. He turned his life around to become an icon of the US Armed Forces. What can this ex-US Navy Seal, an ultra-marathon cyclist, and runner, a public speaker, an author of two memoirs, a Guinness World Record holder: nicknamed “the toughest man alive” or the “World’s toughest Man”, who fell in love with suffering teach you? Well, plenty but here let’s look at three valuable lessons he teaches.   Imagine having a learning disability and repeatedly failing in your exams. When learning can be the most difficult and dreaded thing in the world? Well, in his book “Can’t Hurt Me” Goggins talks about how his mother when she realized he was serious about the Air Force, hired a tutor for him to help him figure out a system that he could use to learn. Well, the tutor after assessing him told him in jest that the only way he was ever
Read more