The First Story

The Boy was on his terrace with a pen and paper. His eyes glued to the beautiful stars in the night sky prompted him to write thousands of words that would glitter like the stars in the blank paper. But Alas, again he ran out of ideas. His mother came there and saw him night dreaming in his fantasy world of stories. His mother struck the boy's head and patted him to come into senses. His Mother said," Oh story teller, are you out of your fantasies? Man, You are stuck with that competition thing that happened quite a time before." The Boy soon became teary eyed and hugged his mother. Her night dress got wet with her son's tears and soon she too started crying. " Son It isn’t wrong to fail in life. Rather you learn more and gain instead of saying that you had lost that fake competition, you could say that you had gained an experience of how the real world around you actually work. Even if you are successful, still you won't be happy as always success comes only with an awful price of tragedy." The boy replied," No mom, The principal had bribed those authorities with money to make his son win in that competition. Yet as you said, the audience, my friends even those bribed authorities resonated and got tear jerked only due to my story, the emotion I had put forth in my stories made them roll out their emotions. That's my success. Alas though I have won in succeeding their hearts, I have lost in that crucial competition that can actually give us a glimmer of hope to overcome this poverty."

"I cried because If I had won the prize contract in the competition, by now I would be working with them in any story and would be paid to support us with a minimum money. We can actually prove our father that we too had won on our own battle for money and show off that. " And the boy's words were interrupted by his mother. " And then ... we won't live the freedom we wanted for. we would be anyway affected by him and be influenced by him in each stage of success. Though we might have grown successful as you say, but still the reason or the need to achieve the success should come only because of your passion to achieve not due to proving someone that we are superior to them. Then it would be the biggest failure in our life, as we wouldn't have reflected on our ways to cherish this freedom that would be soon overcome by negative emotion like peer pressure expectations on living and more. I don’t want my son to become or think like that. You have saved my life from him. You had sacrificed your school studies to save me from that hell. The daily beatings, the abuse I faced still horrifies and this makes me think now that” Why I haven't taken any decision before itself to escape from this hell? why am I self-destructing myself? Am I enjoying this? What made me stop myself to divorce your dad these years? Is it because of you? Or am I incapable of living the life on my own? these thoughts directed me to a conclusion that I never lived my life on my own. I never thought for myself. I never had any desire for myself. Don't become like that my son. You won't realize this now. But as you gradually age, you will see the work you had used to prove others gives you an unsatisfactory feeling of emptiness and makes you feel tired easily. Because You had never loved and had accomplished just because to prove someone that you were meticulous. If you really love writing, then pursue not because of the above said reason but due to passion in your inner self. If you really interested in working your first story, work! If not don’t force yourself Your health, mind and the decisions you take all affect you only my son. Take time to rethink!”

The boy after hearing this got confused about choosing writing as his dream. Though his first story received much appreciation from the school, it never resulted him the fruit he had desired for. After that day conversation, the next day morning the mother woke up only to see her son missing on the bed. She searched for him everywhere and soon saw him near the school gate. The boy longingly saw his friends going to school. The mother came near her boy and hugged him. The Boy said," Mom I think I need to tell you the truth. The story which I wrote was good but it wasn’t' the best. But after having a thoughtful conversation with you, I had realized one thing. Lying to you would make things worse for us. The principal son 's story, my close friend had actually written a good story with a greater depth of emotions and words he deserved the standing ovation for his work. This actually took place during the competition and I wept yesterday owing to my incapability of not even a write a simple story. But I had only developed immaturity and shrouded myself in ignorance of not knowing the real meaning of the life we live. And the thought that My first story which I wrote on the competition is the best story and the idea of becoming a writer just because of this story was the worst misconception I had now. I don't need to prove it to anyone. I just need to live and enjoy my freedom. The first story which I thought of writing and mailing that novel company which had rejected my work would be my last work I ever write. I don't care if it succeeds or not." The mother hugged her son and got overwhelmed with emotions. " Yes, that's my boy!"

A MONTH LATER....

The Boy wrote his first story with a title " How to quit writing?" A book on self-reflection on one's decisions they make in life and how to live the life on their own. The boy wasn't expecting the story to bloom among his online audience. One day when He was sitting with his mom, he received a call from an anonymous number which turns to be the publishing company website he had posted his story. They offered him a chance to work with them on more stories and this made the boy go in tears. Both the mom and son shouted with joy and cherished their freedom they expected to live.