Love Will Find Its Way...

The time has finally come, it was abrupt but both of them must have known that it was now or never. They have been friends for five even years. Feelings did develop ever since they met but neither was ready to express them. And so they waited, they kept their feelings deep inside. Their friends tried every means to get them together but all of them were unfruitful. It all started at the school bus stop. He was waiting anxiously for the bus to come. When it arrived, she appeared and got in his way. Knowing that she was his classmate, he let her board the bus first, he thought that he should behave as a gentleman even though he was just a tender, thirteen year old boy. Things developed ever since. In classroom, he would look her from his seat. Though he sat right behind her, never did once they had a good chat or a simple ‘hi’. The boy thought that it was all his infatuation. But his perception changed after a trip downtown.

The class went on a field trip. One of his friends told him that someone had a crush on him. First person he thought was her. However, he began to doubt the news. He noticed her from afar and true enough she was not smiling. In fact, she looked sad. From there, he knew that someone else was into him. But he asked himself, why she appeared down; there is no reason for her to feel that way if there was nothing going on between them.

There was a time when she tried to talk to him, to socialize perhaps. But he walked away briskly. He thought to himself that if he were to talk to her, he might end up blurting out what he felt towards her. In her mind, his ignorance towards her equates to dislike. Time went by, he noticed her many times waiting for the bus home and he would lean against a cross-stitched fence, watching her from afar. He did not care if she even bothered to see him or not. He thought that if she saw him, at least he got noticed, if she did not, maybe she just did not know he was there all along. And of course, they rarely talked though months have passed. He knew that the end of the month was her birthday and he got this reliable information from a guy who shared the same birthday as her. On her birthday, the class sang a birthday song to her. And he did give her a present and a simple birthday card. Plucking up courage to give a girl who he rarely talked to seemed odd to his classmates. And this could only mean one thing, rumours about the two of them.

Their friends would tease them that she liked him or he liked her and sometimes both liked each other discreetly. It spread fast, all thanks to him for daring himself to approach her. And this went on till his birthday. He received a note and a pen from her. In her note, she mentioned that she was thankful for the gift she received and congratulating him for his birthday. He was grateful though he never expected a present on his birthday. After all, how would she know about it? A few days after, the class was made to stay back by the teacher during recess. She talked about relationship, advising the students that this point of time, students’ duty was to study first before having a boy-girl relationship. He wondered if she knew about the strange going-on between him and the girl he liked.

He believed that one day; something might just happen, empowering him to say what he wanted to say. Sadly, that day never came. All he could do was thinking about her, watching her from afar, never took the initiative to do the basics of socializing. Maybe that was what he lacked. All these while, he could write things about her but when it came to speaking up; he just froze. It was his feelings that made words harder to be spoken. He was unable to hide it but he wanted to keep it from her. He feared one thing, rejection. He would rather hurt himself inside living in his own dreams that she probably liked him than finding out that she did not feel what he felt. To her, it may sound stupid and totally ridiculous but that was his character. Introverted, cowardly, childish could be what she thought about him.

To him, stealing a glance or two was enough. Sometimes when they bumped into each other, smiles were carved. No special words were spoken, just a grin and some blushes in their faces. Soon after, they would get away quickly, erasing their tracks so that others would not know. However, one day, he decided to take his chance. He was determined to take her picture, so that he would have a part of her when he returned home. He successfully got what he wanted, a picture of her with her father. He placed it safely in a frame and allowed it to stand on his desktop. His friends were shocked when he approached her father to take a picture. They just never thought that he was bold enough when others would give it a pass. He earned his friends respect from then on.

There was once this classmate of them tried to get in the way between them. She was the daughter of a teacher and he heard that she got a crush on him. He was never interested in her so when she tried to have a chat with him, he would find every means of way to get away as quickly as he could. She was persistent to find ways to talk to him and somehow she got the wrong date of his birthday. So when her gift arrived, it was long overdue. He would sometimes laugh when he recalled how she responded when he told her that she got the wrong date. But the most critical moment was when he heard that the girl he liked no longer had feelings towards him. He guessed that it must have been karma for not talking to her more often. He figured that all she wanted was to get to know each other better but the wait proved to be too long.

Another event was when another classmate of theirs had a rather, easy-going conversation with her. He would talk as if no one was watching and joked around to amuse her. It was his rival ever since he enrolled into the school. His rival topped the class annually and he had never got closer to beating him academically. To him, this rivalry was no longer about academic performance but also included getting her attention. But what could he do, just by watching them laughing away from afar, the rumour of her having lost the feeling seemed to be more vivid. Perhaps he was kind of envious that he had never had such a friendly conversation with her all these while. His friends told him that it was just a conversation and he would soon get over it. And he did, somehow as he just ignoring what was right in front of his eyes.

What she did not know was one of his friends actually took the trouble to draw a portrait of her. He too was infatuated. Right after recess, he would sit a distance away from her and with him was his trusted pencil and eraser which he thought would create a masterpiece of her portrait. He truly felt so useless. This guy was not even good with his art and yet was giving his best to draw her and what he was doing made him think that he had actually never done anything special to her. There was once he wanted to buy a flower for her but he held back. All because a part of him was telling him that it would make the two of them feel so embarrassed that they would never be able to face the class anymore if he were to hand the flower right in front of the class on the last day of their primary school days. Although the impact if he really did that would certainly change the course of their future for the better, he just could not bear to put her in a spot to willingly accept the farewell gift. That day, the class took a final class photo which he still kept till today.

He recalled those days when he had time luxury of time to talk to her on several occasion but let them slipped away right through his fingers. How he regretted that. He was determined to change his old ways and start to grow up, stop living in his own world and to step forward and venture to the unknown.

End of the year came and both of them made it to the school of their choice. But, that was when the road started to split. He thought that it was all over, he had wasted so many opportunities to say what his heart wanted to. However, the unexpected happened, time and again after going on their separate ways, they would meet once in a blue moon. To him, it was something he could never think of. Is the world that small? Time flew. He was more open this time, at least able to talk to her. She grew up as well, learnt to treat him just like a friend. He knew that she treated him so differently compared to when she talked to her friends. At times, he would email to her or chat online. He made her laugh, smile, feel curious and more. He even tried to win her heart slowly though it was sometimes too obvious. He had always thought that perhaps only words can reach her. Through words, he made dreams come alive, made feelings known and made her somehow feel attracted to him in one way or another. It was just his thoughts and not reality. In reality, he never knew what she was really thinking. It could be that she was just pretending or did not care at all. She could be just toying with his heart or slowly telling him to give it up. He only believed that she was being honest when she said things either good or bad about him and herself. He trusted his instinct that she would one day felt what he felt. Such was his mere, random thoughts that made him believe in himself that he should keep going. They once promised to tell each other what they felt the next time they were face to face. This time he was confident that they were more than friends, something more than friends which he could not express.

That day came a few years later. They chatted as he walked her home one night. Discussed about life, school, future goals but one topic that hinted him that it was time was relationship. He did not know what made her suddenly asked him about it because all these while never had she come up to discuss about the most sensitive subject for teens. Perhaps she thought that it was his due time; time to let everything go after holding on to keep things sweet and simple as more than friends for so long. She wanted to know the truth and tell her his side of the story. Just before she stepped on her doorstep, he confessed. He told her that all about him liking her since those childhood days were true. He told her that all those gifts he gave were not tools to make her fall for him. They were given because he just wanted to willingly present someone a part of himself. He told her everything. He confessed his feelings that he held on dear to all these while to her. It must have been pressurizing for her to finally learn everything she had to know. She remained silent for some time, allowing time to stand still after hearing what his heart had wanted to express to her. She plucked up courage to tell him what she wanted to say, just like she promised to him. She said, “Don’t wait for me.” Those four simple words were enough to numb his heart and slowly piercing right into his weakest spot. He asked himself, “So, is this what she has been trying to say? Could she have been pretending all these while? Is she telling the truth? Is she really listening to her heart or has her mind dominated her feelings? Perhaps she wants to end it this way? But why did she say that?” His heart did tear apart just like that. But no matter how tried to appear strong, deep down he was bleeding to the core. He just did not expect the worst case scenario. What happened to those laughs, smiles and blushes? Were all of those fake? Five years he was kept in the dark only to be told to quit. He was out of words to reply. At last he said, “Alright” with hopes dashed within that short moment. To her, she might think that he must have got the idea and seemed to follow her desire. But in actual fact, he was felt something was amiss.

“Why would it take her so difficult to say that? Could it be that she did not want to hurt me directly? But how can that be, what is wrong with her? Shouldn’t this end up in a positive light?” he continued to question himself. He asked her to look him right deep into his eyes and tell him that she wanted him out of her life. But she could not bring herself to do it. She must have felt guilt that it brought her so much pain to say it. She tried to appear strong but in his mind, he kept holding on to believe that what she said was never true. He thought that she would probably regretted saying that and would drown herself in her tears as she closed the door, slowly fading him from her sight. It looked as if it was not meant to be another fairy tale happy ending in reality. He finally understood the pain. He left after fetching her home through the halcyon of the hurtful night. One question remained, was it really what her heart that wanted to tell him that he was never had a special place in corner of her heart?

The following night he visited her again. Just like the day before, she appeared cold without warmth. He looked at her and told her, “About yesterday night, you told me not to wait for you. It must have been difficult for you. One thing I learn, if I have to wait for you for another hundred years, I’ll wait…” She remained silent, not knowing what to say. He thought that she probably was thinking something like, “Why are you doing this to me? Why can’t you understand? Why won’t you leave? Didn’t you hear what I said yesterday? Are you serious?” He told her, “If you have something to say right now, just say it; just let your heart say it.” But she did not reply. After waiting for some time, killing time in silence, he thought that maybe she really cannot give him the feeling that he gave her. He told her that he shall take his leave since he thought she probably has made up her mind. In his heart, he had hoped she would change her mind as he walked away. Instead she shouted, “All the best.” If only he understood what she meant. If only she knew about the message he left behind on the photo he had always dreamed of, to be captured in the same frame with her, just the two of them. He could not help but to walk away, hiding his tears so that she could walk away without having to worry about him. Though he picked himself up on his way home, the scar remained. Could this be the end of the road?

Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow or the day after, maybe it will never happen. But he knew that somewhere in her heart, she was aching as she watched him leave, slowly fading away, just like the sun setting on the distant horizon, over the ocean. Like the one he had pictured his mind, if only there was an opportunity to spend an evening by the beach with her, watching the sun sending its beautiful rays on the water surface, reflecting a kaleidoscope. That picturesque would certainly make the words he wanted to say more meaningful, more alive as he looked right deep into her sparkling pair of eyes. Maybe the time will come, not tomorrow, not the day after, maybe they have to wait for another hundred years when love has found its way and crossed their fate, to be part of their lives.

Love is a beautiful feeling, but it cannot be forced. Love needs time and maybe this is not the time yet. Love will find its way through time and time only; that was why he would wait till the end of time if he had to. “If I have to wait for another hundred years, I’ll wait for you…” as the words lingered in his ears.

This story was inspired by “More Than Words” by BBmak.

Love Triangle Finale...

Conclusion one: Wait For Me…
After some tough decision, he finally decided, "This is who I want to spent the rest of my days with, I cannot hope for any better than just being with her. I will choose her." He rushed to his car and sped to the airport. He called her on the way but she did not pick up his calls. He tried again and again. She finally decided to pick up his call and he told her, "Wait for me, I’m on my way. Please wait for me, just a little longer." She hung up all of a sudden and walked away.

He increased his speed as he come closer to the departure hall. He left his car in a hurry and proceeded to the immigration gateway. When he arrived, he searched for her but she was nowhere to be seen. He thought it was all over that he had finally lost her for good. But something unexpected happened. She walked towards him from a distance and stood on the spot, not too far from where he was. He turned his head and he was jubilant to see her. She was dressed elusively in her white dress. He stepped forward and both of them leaped into each others’ arms. "I’m sorry." He told her with tears in his eyes. "I’m sorry too." She replied with tears flowing down her rosy cheeks. Both of them were willing to give each other one more chance to embrace their love…

This ending is inspired by "One More Try" by A1.

Conclusion two: My Angel…
After some tough decision, he finally decided, "This is who I want to spent the rest of my days with, I cannot hope for any better than just being with her. I will choose her." He rushed to his car and sped to the restaurant. Hastily, he entered their favourite place and found her waiting patiently, sitting alone in one corner of the room. His heart beat faster as he approached her. She was well-clad in a white gown, looking deep and straight into his sparkling eyes.

As he sat, he told her, "You truly have fascinated me and to me, it is precious." She replied, "You have given me comfort, just being close to your bring me warmth I’d never want to let go of." He took her hand and smiled. To him, she was the angel he must have been waiting for. He realized that she is so close yet so far back then but now, he only wanted to spend this moment to cherish his time with her. She expressed her true feelings for him and told him how much she loved him from that accidental moment. And her feelings grew but she was too afraid to show it to him. Now, she was more than grateful to finally made things clear right in front of him. Candlelight dinner was what both of them were looking forward for, just the two of them and the flame that resembles their undying love…

This ending is inspired by "Girl in the Moon" by Darius.

Stop Hiding From Yourself...

He has always thought that this motivational course is useless because he feels that motivation should come from the heart not by people talking to students. But he went ahead anyway, together with his class. The first day of the course started when this man presented himself with confidence and arrogance in front of the audience. He walked for a while, watching each and every pair of eyes looking at him. And then he introduced himself. From the time he started he did not mention that there will be lecturing or practicing just talking and listening intently. He thought, “Alright, we will see.” From the minute he started, his mouth never stops for more than three hours straight, joking around and it looked as if he was digressing most of the time instead of getting straight to the point. He laughed at his silly jokes of course and thought, “Alright, this is different.” The whole day just involved laughter, smiles and joy. His spirits was lifted up somehow but only by a fraction. The mentor told, “I want you to do one thing when you arrive home. Just three simple words, I love you. Say it to your parents, alright.” When he arrived at home, he did not say it.

The second day went on smoothly like yesterday with one particular exception. The mentor asked, “Did you do what I asked you to do yesterday?” Some put their hands up but majority kept their hands down. Furious, he started to flare, “What is up with this attitude? I just asked you to say that three simple words to your parents and you did not even give a damn about it!” The lights in the room were switched off. He continued, “Do you know that what I asked you to do will give so much to your parents. Just think about it, all of you in this room are champions. Among millions of the sperms from your father, you swam all the way to fertilize your mother’s egg. You only have twenty four hours or you will die. And do you know that the distance to be covered in human context it is as if running from Sentosa to upper Thailand? Just think about it, why you managed to fertilize the egg instead of the other millions. It is because you are the best of them all. Everyone in this room, listen up, you are champions. During labour; your mother experience excruciating pain, half of your mother’s feet in on earth, the other in her grave. Every time your mother gives birth, half of her life force is drained out. And the one thing she wants was to hear your cry. She would even sacrifice herself or undergo caesarian so that you will be born into this world. Nine months you give her pain and worry if you will turn out to be a normal embryo. Your father, he worked his guts out to provide for the family. He may not be able to express his feelings, but deep down he cares. Just imagine how hurtful for him when you ignored him, when you cursed him because he discipline you harshly. One day when your father is buying something you like, he met with a fatal accident and time just stops. How will you feel? The breadwinner is gone forever not having the opportunity to feel your love, to receive your apology. You just do not know that parents loved you so much, supported you since you are young and this is the way you repay their kindness, with ingratitude and hate! You will beg and cry and scream out loud should your parents die right now in this moment and there is nothing you can do to stop it.”

He cried and cried, hiding his face under his arms, ashamed and guilty. He continued, “You lie to your parents, blame them, complain about them but in reality, you are just giving excuses, you are the reason why you lie, you blame, you complain. Stop hiding behind you mask, stop hiding from yourself! We are all human living in a less than perfect world, so accept it, but do not give up that you are unable to achieve your goals in life. When you take off your mask, you believe in yourself, you give a hundred percent, you ignored what people say about you, you cherish those around you, you don’t feel ashamed, you become who you truly are. So, open up to your parents, to your friends, to your teachers and to yourself. Do what is right and your goals can be achieved only if you persevere, be yourself and you have people to back you up. Parents may hurt us in some ways, but we should move on, learn to forgive and forget, leave the past behind, act in the present and dream about you future, that is life!” His heart just felt as if a lightning had struck him, cries and whines were heard across the room, every single one of them broke into tears, they cannot lie that they are strong anymore, they are weak. They admit their mistakes; they learn to be humble, to feel inferior. To him it meant so much because he has not made the best of his life at least appreciate his parents especially to his father who was working overseas, only visiting him once in three to four months. To his classmates who he thought are just individuals, pretending they are friends. To the people he knew who he has not expressed his true feelings about them. He felt hurt and regretful. He never knew this kind of feeling, neither everyone in the room. It was tears that wiped away their sorrow, guilt, regret and pain. He came out of the room, reborn and rejuvenated. But the real test was yet to come.

The third day came along; parents were gathered in the hall together with the students one late evening. The mentor started explaining what has been going on for the last few days but he did not mentioned that we cried. He then said, “Parents, now I would like some of your children here to come up and give their testimonial about you, their teachers, their friends and most importantly themselves. This is their time to grow up.” Some people went upstage and gave their speech. He sat watching them one by one appeared on stage being honest to themselves with his heart aching. “I want to go and make my parents proud, to tell them that I have overcome my dreadful past and turn over a new chapter in my life.” He finally went up to stage when third speaker ended her speech. He came unprepared with a speech but he knew as long as he is true to himself, the words will find its way out and reach out to the hearts of those who listen to him. True enough, his class cheered him on, giving him the drive to give it all. He knew, some of them would never thought that he would do something like this, courageously address the audience in front of his parents, the principal and the vice principal, the teachers who taught him this year, the other two classes and other people’s parents. This was the moment he knew he did not want to miss out because this is the time to shine, to grow up, to put an end of hiding behind his mask and be himself. In front of so many people, he asked his mother who was only present then to stand up while he gave his speech. He told her how much he loved her. He asked his teachers to stand up as well, telling them about his ambition that he would give a hundred percent for them and to express his gratitude. He then explained about his father, “The symbol that I have chosen is my father. He may not hear me because he is not here today. But from young, I have always looked up to him. He may not show his love for me but I know he will be there when I need him most. He taught me to me who I am today and without my father and my mother, I would not be here today. When I saw this school for the first time, I knew right away that I want to go here. There is something that attracts me which I cannot explain why and in this school I have met dedicated teachers who supported and guided me thus far.” He saw he mother crying. By then, he knew he has made his family proud of him and hundred pairs of eyes will be witnesses that he will grow up to leave this school with ‘A’s written in his certificate. His class cheered once again, but this time the others as well. He felt so high; he felt that he was a changed man. When the closing ceremony ended, his class gathered together to sing a song. The hall turned itself to blend with the night sky. He sang with all his heart, swaying together with his classmates. After which, he searched his mother and gave her a hug that he had never given him for seventeen years. And also he hugged his teachers who made a difference in his life. It was heartwarming, it was when he took off his mask, plucked up the courage he had never known he had and he made every single moment counts to express his feelings. It was more than experience, it was the moment to truth that he would like to share with those people important to him; it was more than he can ask for. He knew that it was perfect and only time to stop hiding from himself.

This story is based on real account of the author. The author would like to thank the mentors of this motivational camp, Mr Ramesh Muthusamy for giving him the drive to believe in himself and Ms Cherie Lim for sharing her life experience and conducting the camp. It is only when we believe in ourselves, great things we thought we never could have done, could happen in our lives wherever and whenever we wanted it to happen.

Love Triangle...

Dilemma soon sets in. He was caught in the middle, should he go for someone he truly loves who hardly respond to him or should he accept the fact that accepting a new love could probably solve all his worries. He sat on the wooden bench facing the picturesque scenery of the lush, green hills across the clear water lake, thinking on how he can make the right decision.

He recalled the school days when he spent his treasured childhood with the ‘earlier’ girl. He met his first love when they were in kindergarten and they have been classmates for decades. He gave her a box of chocolates during Valentine’s Day, she gave him a fond smile and that was the end of it. The following year, he gave him a stalk of rose; again she gave him a smile, no more than that. There was one occasion when she was bullied by the bigger boys, he stood up and stepped forward despite his frail-looking physique. He was beaten up while she escaped. He threw some weak punches with little impact on the bullies and they replied by outnumbering him, bashing him up so badly that blood smeared on the white walls and canteen floor. Teachers soon arrived and stopped the fight. He came out alive out of the onslaught with face battered badly. The girl approached him the next day after school at the courtyard, gave him a letter and kissed him on his cheek as a token of appreciation. But that was all, and the letter she wrote dashed his dreams of getting closer to her.

Teenage years came by; they were still in the same class. He often looked at her from his seat at the back of the classroom, hoping she would at least turn around but she did not. In class, there was never a communication between them making looked as if they were strangers. Her ignorance made him feel disappointed but deep inside her heart; she has some feelings for him although not as strong as he has for her. Both remained just classmates till he was forced to transfer to another school. She approached him again on the last day in that school. His buddies who presented him with a farewell gifts, made way for her when she appeared on the door front of the class. She handed him a small memento, a farewell letter. He read her letter on the spot, realizing that she finally decided to speak her mind. But, the waiting game and the pain of being ignored and rejected seemed to have overshadowed his mind. He returned the letter to her and told her to keep it, “The time is not right, I need time to mend my heart which you have broken into million pieces.” Despite saying this, he still left a room for her in his heart, no matter what he had said.

He took out an old photo he took with the ‘latter’ girl. He met her when he was transferred to the new school. He got to know her when she bumped into him in the hallway. She offered him a tour around the school realizing that he was a new student. He agreed and from there she became fond of him. He compared her with his first love and he found that this girl is simply fascinating. She turned his orderly world upside down, she spoke her mind about everything under the sun and her carefree attitude made him realize that she probably could be the one he has been looking for all these while. Although he could almost feel it right on the tip of his fingers, he was still attached to the past he was unwilling to let go. And he remained dormant about his feelings.

Often, she flaunted her charisma and tried to make him engage in conversation which she has succeeded. She began digging up his likes and dislikes, found out about his one of a kind personality and enjoying being in company with him. She hoped that she would one day melt his heart and make him stop being a dreamer. Through the years, her feelings for him grew stronger but he never responded in the manner she wanted him to. Nevertheless, she kept trying, giving her hundred percent.

The day has finally come, the day to choose between the two. The ‘earlier’ girl was leaving for London to further her studies, waiting for his arrival before she departed. His arrival could probably change her mind to go abroad. The ‘latter’ girl was waiting for him at their meeting place, a French restaurant, hoping to express her true feelings for him directly when he arrived. He looked at his watch; it was ten minutes to five. Time seemed to be running out and he still could not make a decision, he could not bear to let any of them down and his final ten minute decision would determine his future. Only one of them was going to be sharing the holy matrimony with him after a decade of waiting. After some tough decision, he finally decided, “This is who I want to spent the rest of my days with, I cannot hope for any better than just being with her. I will choose…”

The author wants the readers to pick for him who would be the most suitable wife for the character mentioned above and why she deserves to be his wife. Your decision will conclude this story. Whoever you may choose, the two of them will live happily ever after, leaving one broken hearted.

A Life After Death...

He stood by the coffin, looking at him with a dampened heart. Beside him was an angel, waiting for him to let go all his desires and to bring him to heaven to have his judgement. He finally decided that it was time to leave although his heart felt as if it was breaking into pieces to see his loved ones mourn over his death. He told the angel that he wanted to attend the funeral before he met his maker. The angel accepted his request and vanished into thin air.

His tomb was well decorated with flowers, the fragrance so alluring yet it brought tears to those around. Everyone was dressed in black, some kneeling, some standing but they all came with one purpose; to say their final goodbye to the man they used to call a friend, a husband, a father and a man whose death was inevitable. He looked at her, tried to place his hand on his wife’s shoulder but he could not feel her warmth. He tried to look at her in her eyes but it looked as if she could not see him. The angel approached him and said, "Pardon me, but it is time to leave, my child for He is waiting." He tailed the angel and left his burial site. "Hold my hand." The angel said. He grabbed her hand and soon he was lifted high above the azure sky. He closed his eyes as he was raised to His kingdom.

The angel uttered, "You may open your eyes now." He slowly opened his eyes and before him was faces he recognized, his father, mother, grandparents and others who were related to him. They were all deceased along time ago and here they are in a reunion. The Almighty sitting on his majestic, holy throne asked him to come forward. He then asked him, "Welcome to my eternal kingdom, my child. You have spent a valuable lifetime on earth with those you loved dearly so I have decided to invite you here and give you an eternal life to stay in my kingdom. Throughout your life, I have noticed your sincerity, your pure heart and your maturity and I am impressed with what you have done on earth. But I sense fear and sorrow in your heart right now, tell me child, why do you feel so?"

He muttered calmly, "My Lord, I have not done much in my life and I missed those I loved. I cannot imagine what their future will be like without me around." He answered, "My child, I shall let you visit your past and your generations’ future and may be you will find the key to unlock all your sadness. And if you passed my test, I shall let you have the freedom to choose whether you would like to be reincarnated or stay here and be part of our holy kingdom." He thanked Him and the angel brought him out of the throne room. "Past, Present, Future… you shall visit all of those realms and watch yourself and reflect if you have made the right decision. These realms are meant for your eyes only and cannot be altered. I shall be with you till you decide to meet His Grace one more time." The angel said to him.

He nodded and opened the door of the Past. As he entered the room, he could see a baby in the crib. Two adults seemed to be delighted and they played with the baby. "You were the jewel of your parents, their first born and your birth brought joy and bliss in their lives." Then he noticed, a boy walking across the room. He searched for a set of colour pencils and a blank paper then began drawing his family. "You loved your parents as much as they did to you." Later, the boy turned to be a teenager. The teenager looked outside his room window and noticed a pretty girl by the gate. He rushed to her and she gave him a letter. Both of them giggled and soon parted after exchanging smiles. "You were adorable and charismatic. Many fell for you yet you chose a simple girl, your neighbour, the girl whom you shared your childhood with." Grey clouds began to overshadow the teen’s house. The teen was crying, together with his mother and relatives by the bed. The doctor shook his head, gave a regretful sigh and left the room. The teen watched his father rested on the bed, there was no movement at all; he last saw him that odious day. "You were deeply grieved by your father’s passing and ever since you began cherishing life while you can because you have missed occasions where you could have at least give your father a comforting hug or just a warm chat." He visited his past event after event and each time the angel comforted him. Upon reaching the door end, the angel said, "You have a wonderful past, filled with innocence and purity. And these are major factors that created the man you will become in the Present. I am certain that your past have shown you what you did not see back then." He nodded and told her that he was more than satisfied to understand what he did or what those events were meant for. His regrets for the past gradually disappeared.

He then proceeded to the next door, the Present. He opened the door and saw his family in the living room. His wife had a sullen expression across her face, his three daughters stuck close to their mother trying to comfort one another. "They look sad, grieving upon your departure. In their moment of loss, there is nothing more important than to mourn." His eyes became teary but he could not feel the warm tear drop as it flowed down his cheek. He then took notice of his tomb. It was beautifully adorned with flowers and people whom he knew visited his tomb to give respect and bid farewell. "You will be remembered by those who knew you, even after your death." The Present had less to offer but at least it gave him a relief to know that his family was not traumatized and he found their bond to be closer somehow. The angel showed him the secrets that his wife and his daughters kept, mostly written in a diary.

"June 23rd, Dad came home late as we expected. Luckily, we waited for him and we saved his birthday cake. We had our first birthday celebration for Dad in a candlelit living room. It was rather romantic but I prefer the chocolate, black forest cake. Oh, happy 47th birthday, Dad…if you happen to see this. Love, Claire"
"May 3rd, Mom and Dad are having their wedding anniversary today. I wonder what they are going to give each other. From what I know, Dad always comes up with something new every year. Just last year, he bought her a mini piano. Mom has always loved playing piano. And guess what, she could play that mini piano with ‘a whole new world’ tune. Oh, I guess all of us are going to take a peek tonight in the living room, I bet it is going to be one of a kind. Love, Lisa."

"December 26th, Merry Christmas everyone; it is snowing cold. It is a great time to build snowman and have snow fight. I’m not going to lose again, Dad. You will not believe it, Dad, last night I had put a plate of cookies and a glass of warm milk by the table downstairs, near the telephone. And in the morning, they are all finished and I found candy sticks in the red sock I hung by the fireplace. Santa must have sneaked in last night. I’m going to catch him next year. Love, Beth."
"April 1st, to my wonderful husband, I have hidden your car key in the kitchen and I am glad you did not find it till this afternoon. You panicked that you will be late for work and desperately searching for your key high and low. Claire, Lisa, Beth and I were giggling away seeing you behave. Revenge is sweet. I hope you learnt your lesson and I will appreciate it if you do not hold any grudges on this matter. Love, Elena."
"To my handsome prince, I have been waiting for you to say ‘it’ for a long time. Now that you have admitted ‘it’, I think our relationship can start to blossom like the rose you gave me a few days ago. I was kind of nervous when I waited by your gate to give you my letter and worried that you would not come. But you did and that really make me feel so…you know, (blushing). Hope to hear from you soon. From your princess, Elena."

He smiled after looking at their writings; he did not know how much his family loved him. The angel said, "Love is a beautiful thing. And I am glad that you have such loving family and you must have felt the same towards them. But nothing last forever, even so, their memories of you will always have a room in their heart. Death is temporary loss, but all those memories will always live." He understood what she meant and continued to open the final door.

"Beyond this door is unpredictable." The angel said. After hesitating for a while, he entered the room, the Future door is opened. He saw emptiness at first but slowly, there was light, then there was life, water, air, plants, animals. He found a fountain by the garden. He walked towards the fountain and looked at the reflections on the water surface. Elena became a widow all her life, had adorable grandchildren and she still looked beautiful even at her old age. Claire married a rich man who loved her deeply. Lisa remained single, working as a vet and opened her own pet clinic. Beth is doing very well in school and received a scholarship to London to pursue law. Yet after decades of his death, his tomb was well maintained and flowers still were being placed. "Their future is bright and so will your next generations. They will walk the path you have taken and all of them will grow up to be just like you. There will always a part of you in all your future generation." He smiled but remained silent. The angel continued, "Let us go, there is nothing left that I can show you." Both of them head back to the throne room where His Majesty was waiting.

He asked him, "It was quite a trip, wasn’t it? My child, it is time you decide. Would you like to stay here and watch your family from afar or would you prefer to be reincarnated to be close with your family? Both ways, you win. You have impressed me from time to time when you are on earth and I want to test you once again and if you pass this test, I shall give you what you seek." He thought for a moment and made his decision…
"My lord, there is nothing I shall want. It was you who brought me to life and it was you who brought me here. The Past, Present and Future do not matter to me, I may have left those I cared for, but I have cherished every moment when I was alive. Now only my spirit remains and what I brought back together with this spirit worth much more than being reincarnated to be close to my family. And watching my family from afar would not gain both my family and I with anything. I would be glad to commit myself to you. There is nothing I shall want, My Lord." He answered.

"My child, you are special yet you are not arrogant, instead you are sincere and willing to let go of your desires. I no longer sense any fear and sorrow in you. You are true to yourself and I am impressed once again. Very well, my child, here is your final judgement. You will be sent back to earth as a guardian angel just like the one who brought you here. You will live an eternal life in my kingdom and shall never be reincarnated to feel pain, shame, guilt, lust, greed, anger, sloth and fear. You will be welcomed to the table of the Last Supper just like everyone here. Go now, spread the good news about my everlasting kingdom and lead the lost sheep back to the Promised Land, where life is everlasting."

There is peace in his heart, mind and soul. He received a life after death, an everlasting life for those who walk on the path of heaven. There is nothing he shall want…

Out Of The Picture...

He has finally crossed the finish line; exhausted, sweating and thirsty. It was his moment of joy; the feeling of triumph was just overwhelming. Never had he imagined that he would finally make it. He was later crowned a winner, a champion and a hero. But deep inside, he knew it was time to be out of the picture. It was time for new blood to rush down the race track and be the first to finish the race.

He first started as a junior, a second year student, when he joined the team. He was rather quiet and keeps to himself. He never takes the initiative to practice, always waiting for order from his seniors and coach. He felt that his team was in a broken state, uninspiring for many for they had never won any competition. And he became just like his seniors, skipping practices and never tried to do his best. A year was wasted on boring trainings.

By the end of the year, he was called out by his coach. He said, "You have just been promoted to the senior team. Well done." He was shocked. How could a sportsman like him managed to gain entry into the most prestigious team. Without any ideas on what to expect, he walked into the senior’s training session. All eyes are on him. He coldly looked at those brimming eyes and searched for a place to sit down. He remained silent throughout the session. By the end of it all, he has evaluated them; one by one he found a common trait and a strong desire to make things run. A revolution perhaps, but he refused to believe it and he waited till the time is ripe. Another year was wasted well, not as much as last year’s. There was much improvement in his attitude and the way he interact with his teammates.

Then, the juniors arrived. They were lively, outgoing and simply friendly. Being in charge of them, he thought that it was going to last, all their smiles will turn sour and their laughter will be long forgotten. The coach told him that he wanted his team to win this year and appointed him as the captain. He had no choice but to accept the job. He knew it was not going to be a smooth sailing journey till the end. There will be storms, lightings and the ocean’s rage. Nevertheless, he felt something was different as months passed.

His prediction did not come true. His juniors who he thought to be a burden had become the fuel that drove his motivation to move on. They practiced together from sprints to long distance running, rain or shine and what more surprising was that his juniors kept smiling and fatigue did not seem to bother them at all. They stuck by him, listening to his every command and instruction. And they put in extra effort when they trained. This made him worked even harder. He changed soon after. He became more committed, more blissful inside and more confident about what he was doing. After trainings when his juniors had left, he would do extra rounds. Before trainings, he would be one of those who came early. He grew to like his team which somehow changed him to be someone different in a positive light.

Months passed and the competition was finally here. The team was more than ready but there was always some doubts and setbacks along the way. The race soon started. He looked back on those trainings his team had, those smiles of joy, those grins and all the hard work. Two years was wasted and on this moment, he was determined not to let history repeat itself. He led them with confidence as they walked towards the race tracks. The crowds went wild, cheering, making all sort of noises he could not make out. The atmosphere at the stadium was tense. It was the first time he felt such feelings as if chills ran down his spine. When the gunshot was heard it was show time. And yes, he made it across the finish line.

It was a great success that the coach praised him for leading these rookies to have their first taste of victory. It was almost an unbelievable achievement of his life and he knew he owed it to his juniors who lifted his spirits high to soar. The victory was celebrated back at the campus where a mini farewell party was conducted. His juniors were behind it all, surprising him greatly. And a small farewell gift was presented to him. It was a farewell card. It almost brought tears to his eyes but he held back. He just did not want to cry in front of his juniors. It left a special meaning in his heart. He had never thrown his seniors a farewell party let alone gave a farewell gift. To him, this was unexpected and probably the most beautiful thing that had happened to him throughout his time in the school. He could not react that he had forgotten to thank them all. How he wished he had at least thanked them for caring, a significant event that showed that he would be missed but not forgotten…

This story is based on a real account. The author wants to share his past experience with his juniors and his point of view. Plot has been partly altered to protect privacy of those involved in the story.

I Want To Finish What I Started...

He was given the job out of the blue, not realizing what lies yonder to reach the summit of mount success. He was inexperienced on the job but he has no other option but to take on the challenge. He began making preparation for the big occasion himself. With help from his committee, he planned the event tirelessly and cautiously. And so he started his job with an open mind and a determined heart.

From time to time, he would call for meeting. As he had expected, some would just dozed off and pretend nothing has happened and other simply play dumb, not wanting any attachment regarding the project. He could only make use of those remaining members who sacrificed their time and effort to help him. Soon, he discovered each of their unique talents, one by one. He made use of their abilities to the fullest, assigning them to duties of their caliber.

Soon came the time when students are informed of the big event. Many signed up mainly due to the low fees to pay and interesting concept. The committee was delighted. The committee suggested many ideas to keep the excitement level soaring. As such, during this time, the committee began to gel; a form of bond is formed. It was not obvious but he was sure everyone could sense why the committee has been doing well and members contributing and sharing with the committee. He knew; the next generation of his committee will have a bright future in front of them.

This was followed by negotiations with sponsors and beneficiaries as well as suppliers whom we have chosen to provide us with the necessary equipment. He believed that by letting the juniors to do this job, they would gain some life skills of communicating with strangers and negotiating prices. Not only that there were some occasion where some members have a formal meeting with the beneficiaries. He was accompanied by several members mainly juniors to experience the atmosphere of a formal meeting with some directors and high ranking officers in charge. It was nerve-wrecking yet managed to leave a good impression in their heart.

There were some occasion he would do the dirty job such as buying the equipment directly from the factory which was located at the far end of the island, members to count necessary equipments and collecting fees from the students. Hardly a type of job people would be willing to perform, knowing the degree of difficulty. But he knew someone had to do it, for if it was overlooked, things might just go wrong and the project might be in the danger of failing to live up to its standard.

Months passed quickly than expected. The big day was bound to arrive in just a week’s time. He was feeling rather worried although everything seemed to be running in order. What could have gone wrong? Time and again, he would review his plans, making corrections and adding updates that may alter the whole event. Nevertheless, he was determined to solve every problem that came in his way. He was willing to sacrifice his entire holiday just to make sure things are going in the right direction. Not only that, he even apologized to one of the sponsors for being careless on the task he has given.

Then the tide turns. He learned that his grandfather went ill and has gone into a coma. He was just on the brink of completing the project in one week’s time and this shocking event turned his orderly world upside down. He wanted to visit his grandfather in his homeland but at the same time, he did not want things to go wrong especially during the last, crucial week before the event. He was in dilemma. He wanted to stay to oversee the project, yet he felt he needed to be by his grandfather’s side during his critical time. He could only hope that he came back in time after visiting his grandfather to be once again in a position to be the overall in charge of the event. He told himself, “I want to finish what I started.” after consulting to his teacher in charge.

He could not tell the future if the event was going to be success but he was certain that he would do whatever it takes to make sure that the preparation run smoothly and the event went well. As for the result which was yet to come, he could only rest his fate on the students. The students played major roles that determine the success of the event. They needed to earn at least $8500 on that big day. Only the future can tell…

This is a real story based on the author’s life being in charge of a committee, assigned to oversee the event. This story is written specially to his committee members who have contributed to the progress of the event to come on 3rd of July 2005. The author hoped for one thing from all the school population and his committee, to lend him all your support, mind and heart for the success of this event. He could only promise that he would do his part and he wanted his committee members and school population to do their part. There is only one aim the author wanted to achieve “To finish what he started” since it was his last year being part of the school, the leadership group and being a mere human who has a dream to be realized…There is only one question left to ask, “Will you lend him your strength once again to reach the final lap?”

We Will Meet Again...

They met by the river. The boy was out to accompany his grandfather fishing. The girl accompanied her mother picking herbs and happened to take a rest by the crystal clear stream. He was on one side of the bank, she was one the other, separated by the wide, flowing waters running down from a nearby mountains, eroding wilderness to reach the ocean. They could not do much but to look at each other in distance. Much as the want to get to know each other, they walked away knowing such thing would never happen now. He went back to his doting grandfather, helping him to look for live bait. She continued her journey with her mother through the woods. They never met again.

Decades passed, he was now a young, charismatic teenager while she became a kind and almost angelic teenager. They met again, this time in the city’s underground train station. They were waiting for their trains on the same platform, not knowing they were sitting back to back. It was when a toddler crawled towards them; they turned their attention to him almost simultaneously. It was then, those childhood visions and memory rekindled. They somehow just felt that this was not the first time they have met. Just as he wanted to ask whether they have met before, their trains arrived. Both stood up and walked towards the oncoming train. He was heading to the East; she was going to the West. They never looked back and once again they were separated.

Years flew by; they met again, this time at the airport. He was walking towards his plane when he accidentally brushed on a young lady walking in the opposite direction. Piles of paper was scattered all over the cold, sparkling floor. He rushed to apologize and helped to clear the mess. She knelt and began picking her paperwork. As he returned the papers to her, he saw a rather familiar face. She too noticed him with a familiar aura. She thanked him soon after. He then apologized again for causing the mess. She tried to ask for his name when an announcement was heard across the meeting area, “Attention to all passengers leaving for London. Gate E2 will be closed in 5 minutes time.” Upon hearing the abrupt announcement, he left the scene hastily.

As he dashed to his plane, he knew it was the same feeling when he met her on his last 2 encounters. He asked himself if it was the same person. To her, when she set her eyes on him, it felt as if it had happened before. She asked herself if she has meeting the same person time and again. But, both soon felt it was just a coincidence and certainly, they would not meet each other ever again. But things turned out differently.

Another year passed. He returned to the river where he once spent time with his grandfather. She also returned to the same river, trying to recall her past childhood she spent with her mother. They met again. He was standing on the one bank, she was on the other. Both looked at each other with a strange feeling. He turned his head towards the nearby waterfall and so did she. They noticed something has changed. There was a newly built bridge across the river. They walked towards it and finally stood on the bridge. They began posing their questions such as, “Have I seen you before?” and “Weren’t you the girl I met on the train stations decades ago?”

They curiously asked each other and revealed each other’s identity till dusk arrived. They were still standing on the wooden decorated bridge, talking happily with smiles carved on their faces. Perhaps it was fate that separated and brought them together all these while.

As they looked upon the moon, they wondered why did fate did not bring them together earlier. All of a sudden, a white horse appeared and took a sip from the river. They looked at it with a surprise. There was never a white horse in the woods. It was just a nature reserve and a horse could not have sneaked in. The horse neighed soon after and vanished. It was as if it had gone with the wind. They thought that white horse might just be their guardian angel.

Their fate is like a road. Sometimes it splits into two but it will always meet again at the next junction.

I Want To Be Your Canary...

She sat by the balcony of her room and played her tune. It was her violin and her voice that started to fill the atmosphere with beautiful melodies that even doves came to listen. She recalled her past every time she played her violin when she was a young princess hoping to see the world instead of being trapped in the clutches of her royal servants and dominant mother. The opportunity came when a troupe of actors performed a play for the royal family. She sneaked out of the castle with a pure, white hood and somehow managed to escape into the actors’ vessel unnoticed.

She hid herself in the actors’ room when she bumped into him. Blonde-haired and full of charm, he asked what she was doing in his ship. She tried to run but he pulled her back. Later, she lowered her hood, revealing her beautiful face unmatched like no other princess in the whole country. She introduced herself being the heir to the Alexandria’s throne, a princess on the run to see the world outside her prosperous kingdom. She pleaded him to hide her and let her travel until the ship arrived at its destination. He was rather surprised to see her but he willingly accepted her request. He knelt and said, “I hereby would willingly abduct the princess of Alexandria and swore to protect her majesty till we arrive at her majesty’s preferred destination.”

It was not a pleasant journey from Alexandria. The ship endured the frequent ocean’s rage and had to stop at neighbouring harbour to stock up supplies and repair the damages. He accompanied her wherever she went fulfilling his duty. There was once she tried to communicate with the locals however, her language usage was too complex after all she was used to speaking the nobles’. He then offered to teach her to use the locals’ with warmth and patience. She gladly accepted his offer and with few practices she managed to have a smooth conversation with the townsmen. Her quest to see the world has just begun by communicating with those around with the common language they used and she knew she only has one person to thank to.

Soon, her friendliness attracted the thugs who wanted to take advantage of her. But he was there to stop the harm to resume and rescued the damsel in distress. They spent time together eating, talking and discussing about their dreams and ambitions. Soon, as expected, he grew fond of her nature. There was once he told her about his past adventures, the pain he endured and how he overcame them. There was something that kept her hooked on his words and stories. She wondered how such a robust and ocean’s-best-friend man could talk about himself full of truth and sincerity of sharing his doubts on his life and his chained legs to his awful past. Unassuming and being true to oneself, it just was not his usual self when he was around with his fellow actors and friends. Perhaps, it was another side of him he often kept to himself.

All these while, he regarded her not being a princess on the run but as someone he could talk to. He did not care less about portraying himself being in the lower class in front of her. This was all she ever wanted besides seeing the world, and he had given her the most valuable treasure, seeing her as a human, not a high class royalty. Well, her trip came to an abrupt end when she learned about her mother’s passing. And, now her people needed her back to take the throne despite her being just a teenage princess, unprepared to be crowned as queen. She was forced to return to Alexandria and with a heavy heart, she left the troupe alone to find a way back. He found her escaping in the middle of the night, asking her to stay. However, she was obliged to fulfill her duty as heir although she did not want it. Once again, he knelt and told her, “I’m sorry that that I cannot protect you anymore, princess. It is here that I end my journey, your highness.”

He could only watch her leave as going back to Alexandria would be probably his death wish after abducting the princess. She cried as she went away, wishing she had more time to spend with him. She went to the nearest Alexandria’s outer post so that the royal guards would be able to recognize her and brought her back to her homeland. Back on the vessel, his crew told him that letting her go just like that was a mistake. They knew he had feelings for her but letting her leave without confiding his feelings was absolutely a blunder. He told them, she was going to be a queen; soon she might never need him to protect her. The Alexandrians would certainly fight till their last for the queen’s life. Feeling all gloomy, he returned to his room to reflect.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. He missed her so much that every minute he would sigh. By then, she was entitled as queen, doing what every queen does, to rule the country. Time and again, her memories with him came alive in her dreams. It just reflected how she was drowned in despair. Doing what needs to be done was never in her agenda yet she did her best for the sake of her people. It was sacrificial of her to put her people before herself and her dreams. She knew her late mother had done the same thing and it was her turn to carry on the burden of ruling Alexandria alone.

A few weeks later, Alexandria invited the Tantalus to perform an act called, “I want to be your canary”, Alexandria’s favourite play. It told about a lowly peasant and a princess falling in love only to be chained by the hierarchy. The main actor in black hood appeared as the queen silently watched the performance, paying little attention to what was going on. He said, “Long nights I have waited for this day to arrive, where art thou my beloved canary? Have you forgotten the melody we embraced together?” He continued asking where his beloved had disappeared to for they had promised to meet on that very day, to escape from the castle, to join him on an adventure of a lifetime. Finally, he said, “Is it because of this tattered hood and this hideous cloak that thou cannot recognize? If so, I shall present myself before thee. Where art thou my canary?” He lifted his cloak and hood and stood at the centre of the stage was someone she began to familiarize. With haste, she jerked up her throne and rushed down the spiral staircase and headed for the stage. Upon nearing the stage, her royal pendant passed on to generation after generation slipped out and fell to the ground. She looked back at her fallen precious memento of Alexandria’s treasure. She decided to let it go and dashed to the stage where the man she had been waiting for stood with a smile carved fondly on his face. The pendant was no longer seen as the crowd started to engulf its visibility from the corner of her sparkling eyes. A passionate hug ended the final conclusion of the act. And it would not have been complete without the long-awaited canary to return to where it wanted to be in the first place, right into his arms.

A Hundred Years To Live...

If I have ten years to live, I would treasure my childhood days before my eleventh birthday.

If I have twenty years left to live, I would spend my days exploring teenage life with its ups and downs.

If I have thirty years to live, I would love to own a car and drive my fiancé around the best places in town.

If I have forty years to live, I would settle down in my comfort zone, see my kids grow up and enjoy life with my wife despite heavy loads of work.

If I have fifty years to live, I would plan for my retirement and my kids’ future.

If I have sixty years to live, I would be standing by the aisle witnessing that my kids are now adults ready for marriage.

If I have seventy years to live, I would have probably spent my old age in the place I have always dreamed of with my wife.

If I have eighty years to live, I would see my grandkids approaching teen life.

If I have ninety years to live, I would have written my will realizing that my health is deteriorating.

If I have only a hundred years to live, just minutes before I draw my terminal breath, I would look back on my sweet childhood memories, on what I have achieved throughout my life, on the people I get along with, on the moments when I find my true love, on the ceremony and oath I took with my wife, on seeing my kids’ smiles, on how much my kids have grown, on the day when I have to let go of my kids whom have reached maturity and adulthood, on the places I have ever want to be with my wife, on realizing how time flies now that I see my teenage days in my grandkids, on knowing that death is fast approaching, on how much I have enjoyed my life fulfilling my dreams now that I am prepared to leave with no burden to carry, on how the people around me will cry upon my funeral despite my relieved smile.

If you only got a hundred years to live, what would you do?

Seven Days...

She patiently waited for his return. She needed to see him desperately, perhaps due to her lonely heart or maybe it was because her day is near. She would spend her time in her room overlooking the silent, blue waters of a nearby lake. And when the weather was much better and cooling, she would step out of her wooden log home to enjoy the green, open pasture. She would then pick lavenders and other scented flowers growing wildly in the area. After that, she would sit at the end of the jetty and soaked her feet under the cold lake water waiting for sunset to arrive before returning to her dwelling. Each day passed with regrets as her hopes for his return were shattered. Nevertheless, she would regain her determination the following morning to keep on living till she finally met the love of her life.

Her health deteriorated every passing day. First, her toes began to feel numb. It lasted for a week before she lost control of her ability to shuffle her feet. Next, her legs grew weak that she was no longer able to carry herself around the pasture. She was left alone in her room, bedridden. Her loyal servant would burst into tears when she saw her stripped of her favourite pastime. So, she would voluntarily pick some flowers and placed them next to her. It was the least she could do to show her that someone still cared for her well-being as end drew nearer than anticipated.

Her fiancé did come at last. By then, the doctor has predicted that she had only a maximum of seven days to live. He could not believe his ears. He explained that her nervous system worsened and eventually it would affect her ability to feel, taste, and talk, hear, see and think. He tapped his hands on his shoulder, regretting for the misfortune. The doctor left the room and he made his way up to her room. As he opened the door, he could smell a familiar fragrance. He approached her bed and held her warm hand. She said softly, “You are finally here.” He gave her a fond smile she missed so much that she could not take her eyes off him. He hugged her delicately, expressing his innermost feelings. He promised that her last week would not end in despair and pain instead he swore that he would make her last days the most precious moments of a lifetime.

The first day, he showed her an old photo album while spending the evening by the jetty. It was their childhood photos taken a few decades ago from they were in elementary school till they graduated from a university. They discussed the good old days often ended in laughter and blushes. There were times when they wished they could relive the past but they brushed those hopes aside, knowing that the present was more meaningful. They ended the evening with a candlelight dinner prepared by their servant. They spent the night together admiring the moon and stars after a hearty meal outdoors.

The second day, he placed her by the window. He spent hours making her portrait. When he finished, he would smile in satisfaction having completed his masterpiece. He named his art piece “Her”. By then, both of them were exhausted. They spent the late evening making final touches before putting it up in her room.

The third day, he invited a few children from a nearby village to have an outdoor lunch. He knew she must have felt so lonely all these while. Bringing some cheerful and energetic children might lift her spirits high. True enough, their presence made the picnic more fun filled and enjoyable. Laughters and giggles filled the day. And when they had to leave, they thanked them for their time and gave them a candy each as a token of gratitude.

The fourth day was gloomy. She finally was reaching her limits. Noticing her sufferings, he accompanied her. At times, she would tell him how she feared death and that she would be missing him for good. She would weep in agony to ease her burden. He could only gave her a comforting hug just enough to mend her broken heart.

The fifth day, the silence of sorrow arrived. Just as expected, she lost her ability to talk and taste. She could barely hear his words as he spoke. He turned to using a portable whiteboard and a marker to communicate with her. Seeing this, he thought that it was time.

The sixth day, he invited a priest to her home. He ordered his servant to dress her up in a white gown he had purchased. He then proposed to her with a sparkling diamond ring with the pious priest as witness to conduct the wedding. It was not glamorous but it left a special meaning to her. They were pronounced husband and wife that day.

The final, seventh day, he found her lying next to him. Eyes closed, a smile was carved on her beautiful face. He tried to awaken her but there was no response. He knew she had finally let go of her pain and drifted away. He kissed her on last time and grabbed her hands. The wedding ring fell out. He realized that she had let go of the wedding ring and held it between her palms. He cried, now that he had fulfilled his duty, there was nothing he could do.

He could just watch her coffin being buried under the soil. Her portrait was left to be kept as memories. He had slipped the wedding ring into her ring finger before she was placed in her coffin. And now, only memories remained and nothing else. Maybe the portrait was the only item that could keep him close to her. “With this portrait, I believe I would never forget the face that once brought me smiles that not only warms but comforts as well. There will always a room in my heart for you no matter what the time and place, till the day I meet you in the Garden of Eden.”

People may not remember what you did or what you say, but they will always remember how you make them feel…

Treasure...

They took off in search of treasure just like everyone else in the village. They both carried heavy ransacks on their shoulders. Their petite body seemed unable to withstand the weight making them look as if they were going to topple any moment. But they continued walking. He told her, “Let me know if you need to rest.” She simply smiled at him. The team of two had been good friends from young. And here they are pursuing treasure in the big unknown. For him, that treasure would certainly turn him into a noble, for her, it would change her wretched life into luxury. Both had promised to divide the grand prize equally, but of course, promises are bound to be broken.

Their destination was unknown for their only clue was ‘glittering crystals’. They searched deep caverns in the jungle, crossed endless desert and climbed every mountain but to no avail. All they had seen were either bland rocks and stones or clear crystals that were not glittering. It had been a week away from their comfort zone and hopelessness seemed had worn them out. But when they thought of the obstacles they had overcame, they saw no reason to go home empty handed for all their effort would be unfruitful.

As they crossed a deep valley, he asked her, “We may never find that treasure, so why are you still following me?” She replied, “After you saved me in that cave, I somehow feel secure around you. And who is going to cook dinner if I am not around?” Both laughed their hearts out and continued walking. They braved storms and heat together, had breakfast, lunch and dinner together but their relationship remained still as good friends. When they reached another plateau, it was already nightfall. They prepared their beds without realizing that something were watching them, waiting to strike when the time was ripe. As the flame soon died out, they crept out of their hideouts and approached their meal. They came in packs and their saliva began to drool out as they got nearer. Their empty stomachs were growling for they had not had a feast for quite a while. And when this opportunity arrived, they made no hesitation to satisfy their unbearable hunger for food.

Just when one of them began to prowl on him, he jumped out of his bed and with him was his trusted companion, a dagger. The fight for survival between man and beast had just begun. Meanwhile, she was sleeping soundly, safe from the pack of wolves. The following morning, she crawled out of her bed only to find him sitting on a giant rock. As she got closer, she could smell something was fishy. She found him, mending his wounds. There were bite marks, cuts and blood streamed down his arms and legs. His eyes seemed to have lost its luster. She did not know what had happened until she noticed a pile of dead wolves behind him. Astonished, she helped him mend his wounds hoping that it could ease his pain.

She nurtured him back to fitness. She fed him daily and removed his bandages when they got worn out. She showed much tenderness and concern that they slowly moved his heart. Never had he seen her in this way. She found him very brave to have protected her from the wolves putting his life on the line. He could have run away and hide but he did not. His courageous action had stolen her heart. Nevertheless, they tried not to show it. Perhaps, they felt that being good friends for ages, all that remained were childhood memories and nothing more.
It had been more than a month now and he had fully recovered from his injuries. They had arrived in a small town. They asked the town folks about the ‘glittering crystals’, hoping they could get more clue. They shook their heads. Finally, the two approached the town chief. He told them, “Come, let me provide you with a place to spend the night. It can be very chilling out here.” The hospitality they received was overwhelming. He served them with a hearty meal together with his family members. They sat down on the dinner table and for once in more than a month, they had a proper meal. It was after the wonderful dinner that he invited them to the basement. He showed them an underground tunnel and led them to a dead end. Their only guide was a small candle that barely lighted their path. When they arrived, he told them, “I believe this what you have been looking for.” He raised his hand and on the walls of the dead end were the ‘glittering crystals’. It radiance was magnificent. Finally, their dreams had come true. He continued, “You may take them if you like. These are worthless treasure I found a year ago.” They were shocked. He explained to them that rumours had spread far and wide, exaggerating the news of those glittering crystals. In fact, many who believed that these rocks were priceless risked their wealth and lives. And they came home torn, tattered and empty handed. Disappointed, they headed back to his house.

The following morning, they thanked the town chief and left his fine cottage. They arrived at a bridge and stopped for a while. They looked at the clear water of the stream and sighed, knowing that all their efforts had summed up to nothing. He began, “Well, I may never become a noble but I guess; I still have you around.” She turned to him and uttered softly, “Yeah, I feel the same way. Having you around is enough treasure for me.” They smiled fondly at each other, knowing that after all they had been through; they had finally found the ‘glittering crystals’. They were their eyes that sparkled with burning passion. He put his arms around her and she quickly replied him with a comforting hug. Perhaps, some treasures were not meant to be found in this world but they could be found in one’s eyes, smile or heart. To them, having each other’s companion is the greatest treasure they had ever found.

The Scar...

He spent his days in the small, peaceful town by the sea after that incident. He lived alone in a comfortable house, just with enough warmth when winter arrived and had a decent job as an angler, something common among the town folks. His companions are his fishing rod, live baits and a box of lunch he prepared himself when he was out at the pier. He would usually return to town with a sufficient amount of catch and would be paid meagrely after all his effort however, he never complained. For an ex leader of the republican army, this life seems to be humiliating. But, from his eyes, one could tell how peaceful he was now compared to who he used to be then.

He was an orphan. Being the eldest in the orphanage, he often bullied the younger ones. There was one particular boy that he despised. Not because he opposed or challenged him, he just ignored his sarcasm and taunts. This made him irritated and he kept on telling him names and throwing harsh words. The boy could not care less and remained ignorant, treating him as if he was invisible. When he got rough and tempers flared, the matron would come in the nick of time to prevent such violence from occurring.

The two of them had not changed even when they were transferred to a military academy. He had grown up to be a respected leader of his unit while the boy had become a loner. His arrogance and predatory instincts made almost everyone in the academy fear him. While he had many followers, he only had two who he could call his posse, his assistants. They would stand by him whatever the cost, supporting him all the way. The three were named the leaders of the discipline committee who made every students obey their orders. But as usual, the loner would ignore them. He became a skilful combat specialist with exquisite abilities. Perhaps he was the only one who could match the head disciplinary committee in terms of fighting capabilities.

Somehow, the two could not remember anything about their past. Maybe it had happened far too long, but his heart would boil without any particular reason when he stumbled upon the loner. He would then start picking on him and often challenged him to a ‘training match’. Both were stubborn and refused to be branded quitters and indeed, they once had a match. Both swung their swords creating sparks and it was as if the titans had clashed. The loner had the upper hand, being cool despite the heated battle. While he was driven by hatred and frustration, making every swing of his sword seemed easy to be either dodged or parried. In the end, he resorted to cheating by using a blinding flash. He loner was down on his knees, he took the big opportunity to slash him and blood spurted out from the loner’s forehead down to his left cheek. Without much hesitation, he countered his blow with a swift uppercut slash that cut his opponent’s flesh from his right cheek up to his forehead. Both was not severely wounded, but those two slashes left a behind a scar. Both were reprimanded for their foolish actions but they never learnt the lesson.

Years flew by; he became the leader of the republican army while the loner became a mercenary for his academy. The loner’s popularity flourished when he took over the position of the academy’s co-ordinator despite his young age. When war broke out, both were fated to face each other again. This time, it was a battle for life or death. Both raised their swords and once again history repeated itself. Hatred contaminated his heart while he made every slash, every thrust, every strike and every blow. The loner eventually won the battle. Worn out and exhausted, he pleaded him to finish what he had to do. The loner lowered his sword and walked away. To him, his defeat was enough to settle the war. Humiliated, he regarded himself being an ultimate loser. He vanished after the war, so did his posse who had been beside him all these while.

He ended up in a small, peaceful town by the sea, away from the mainland. His two friends stayed in the same town as well. After his defeat, he became sane and repentful. He did not apologise to those who he had hurt, but he accepted all the mockery he received and turned more humane. During weekends, he and his friends would fish together, challenging one another to catch the most fish. At the end, of the day, they would have them for dinner. As he looked at his reflection on the mirror-like water surface, he noticed the scar. It reminded him of his past mistakes and how he wished he could turn back the time. The humiliation would soon be forgotten but the scar would remain carved on his face. It was not the mark that it left behind; it was the one who left the cut. It went the same for the loner; the scar would never be erased from their memories.

Piano...

He walked down the same staircase and would sit at the same corner of the tiny, little bar. He would order the same drink and waited for the star of the evening to show up. At eight o’clock sharp, she would turn up with beautiful gown and proceed to her nightly job. He would then look intently at her as she heads to the chair on the stage. The bartender would notice the same happenings again and again. Never had the two be late or absent at their usual places every night. Also, never had he seen them together to have a casual conversation. Perhaps, it was due to the different worlds they lived in. He was just a common soldier while she was from the middle class.

As she sat down, she breathed deeply before placing her fingers on the teeth of the grand piano. Then, when she was ready she would begin playing, creating a romantic atmosphere. He would listen to her piano tunes with each note leaving footprints in his heart. And when she was done playing, everyone would disperse from the bar. He too, left the bar with heavy heart even though he wanted to listen more or maybe got to know her a little better. One fine night, his two friends accompanied him to give moral support and encouragement. He was prepared to at least approach her to say ‘hi’ while she was playing.

And they sat together where he usually sat, ordered the same drink and waited patiently till she arrived. When the clock stuck eight, she turned up with a splendid maroon red dress and began playing the piano. He plucked up courage to approach her to the stage. His two friends watched him with proud look on their faces. When he reached the stage, he stood by the piano thinking that he was now so close to her. He thought if this was just a dream to be standing right in front of her. Perhaps he was just nervous. Suddenly, his leg got cramped up. It hurt him so bad that he could barely walk. He nodded his head to her and staggered back to the sofa. On his mind, he could only despise himself for being such a loser, to have a cramp when he was about to talk to her for the first time. Upon, reaching the sofa, his friends comforted him, “Mission accomplished.” He could only bend his back with his head facing the marble tiled floor. He kept regretting what he did but his friends remained in silence. Then, one of them replied, “Uh, I think we should go now.” He was shocked when he said that, “Where are you going guys?” And they went away.

All of a sudden, a soft voice called out, “May I sit here?” He turned his head and with a puzzled look on his face and allowed her to sit next to him. She began, “You are always here watching me playing from afar.” He said that he could see her from that angle. She giggled softly and asked him again, “How is your leg?” He replied, telling her that he felt much better now. In his mind again, he thought, “Man, this must be a dream.” She realized that he was rather nervous and told him, “You do not need to be nervous around me…Perhaps, we could talk in my room, there are people here.” He was astonished in the beginning but agreed to her suggestion.

They went to her room and continued with their little conversation. They discussed about their dreams. He mentioned how much he love travelling and write about places he have been to. She pointed out that she wished to be able to play the piano and sing at the same time. After a long discussion of encouraging each other, the room became still. She said to him, “There’s something about your eyes. It is as if that sparkle reflects peace and who you truly are.” He smiled fondly at her. Love is in the air. They just stood facing each other without uttering a single word. Words could not describe what they felt. All these while, she had noticed how he would be there at the corner of the bar, watching her with eyes that were so peaceful. She knew it all along and waited for him to make the first move. He might be just a common soldier but he had eyes of a true gentleman. He left the room after some time, thanking her for the conversation and promised her that he would visit her again someday. After all, he had to leave for war the following morning.

Ever since, he had not returned. It was known that she had patiently waited for his return but the wait proved to be too long. She grew to depression when rumours about his death descended. She ended up married to a local general who comforted her in her desperate times. However, she died in a fatal car accident soon after giving birth to a lovely daughter. During the war, he was mortally injured and was stranded in another continent. He survived thanks to a fine lady who found him and nurtured him back to fitness. He had never heard the news of her death and thinking that he would never see her again, he decided to spend his days at the small village. He did fall for the fine lady as time went by; his love for her was requited.

Tragedy struck twice, he was away in search of his kidnapped adopted niece when his wife passed away while giving birth. Neither the mother nor her child survived. And when he heard of the remorseful news, he could only build a tomb for his wife. It was plain but somehow gave a blissful feeling. It was the only tomb placed in the open lush grassland. Annually, he would visit her resting place and placed her favourite flowers. He would then glance at the engravings of his wife’s tomb, recalling those happier times when he plucked up courage to propose to her at the same place where the tomb stood. How he regretted that he could not be by her side when she drew her terminal breath. He left no tear behind because he knew she would always live in his heart and memories. For him, that would be enough.

The Benchwarmer...

“But he is just a benchwarmer.” The coach of the team said. When this freshman arrived in the school for the first time everyone quickly recognized him. By the first day ended, even the janitor knew his name. Everybody talked about him behind his back, after all he was rather different from the rest and no club would take him in. He carried heavy books everyday, passed the same hallway and everyone would stop to make way for him. In class, he was always watching the empty field. The teacher often reminded him to pay more attention in class. He did listen but soon got distracted again.

He had a test that day, a difficult one that many were struggling to answer as many questions as they could. When the time was up, others sighed deeply thinking that they had flunked. The thought of even passing never came in mind. The following day, the teacher returned the test papers and true indeed everyone scored badly, no one passed except for this genius, the new student who scored 99%. Everyone was astonished. The boy apologized to the teacher that he would pay more attention in class so that he could give him a full marks in the next test. The teacher understood, knowing that an imperfect person would aim to give his 100% in whatever he did.

The following week, he attended the club which he had signed up for. It was football. The coach tried to change the boy’s mind but the determination he showed melted his heart. He sympathised the boy and gave him the school jersey. The boy was overjoyed to be given an opportunity but his teammates groaned in upset thinking that the new boy would be a huge burden. The next day was the first training of the year; the boy was punctual in full jersey. The coach approached him and asked him to wait near the water tank. He waited patiently there as he watched his other teammates had a friendly match. The coach sat next to him and said, “Kid, when your teammates come here, be sure you give them each a cup of water.” He simply nodded. He thought that he would be playing that day; he guessed that he might have to wait a little longer. Trainings after trainings, he would wait by the water tank, doing his duty without fail. He never missed a single session because he thought that he might be playing anytime. But that dream faded away.

Two painful years he waited by the water tank and he still had not missed any training, rain or shine. The coach never gave him a chance to play. Finally, the team captain empathized with the boy and asked his coach, “Coach, I have looked into the monthly attendance, only one had not missed any training this month.” “I know, he had never missed them in 2 consecutive years.” He replied. “I suggest we should let him be on the field to play with us, after all he is our teammate.” The captain commented. “But he is just a benchwarmer.” He said. “Will you just let him touch the ball at least?” The captain suggested. The coach had had enough and he gave his permission. The captain asked the boy to go to the field. Delightful by what he said, he rushed to the centre of the field. There, he was given a ball; the captain started socializing with him after 2 years of just thanking him for the water he handed when the team went for a break. The other team members looked at the boy in disgust thinking that he finally had poisoned the captain’s mind. Ever since the boy joined the team, they had lost the first round of the neighbourhood competition. And they blamed the boy for being a jinx.

The boy’s relationship with the captain grew stronger each passing week, they were like brothers. The captain was protective of him as he would not let anyone in the team humiliate him for being a benchwarmer. Summer Open arrived, the last event the team had hoped to win for the season. The coach was absent that day and the captain took charge of the team’s strategies and the starting line-up. The boy was sidelined and the match started. By half time, the opposing team had scored 3 goals while they were still unable to find the net. Feeling dispirited, the team lost their hope to win the competition. Just then when they were looking for inspiration, the boy made his presence known by cheering the team up. He said that they can still win the match but none listened to him including the captain. Then, he said, “I don’t have much time, so do you,” and handed a note to the captain. The captain was shocked that the benchwarmer managed to draw up a complex strategy. He browsed the notes for a while, made few substitutions and returned to the field once he explained the new tactics to his teammate. The boy returned to his post waiting for the magical moment to arrive.

A minute the match restarted, the captain dribbled the ball past opposing defenders and struck the ball hard enough to reach the net and the team had pulled one back. It was a sheer magic. The players’ morale were boosted significantly that near the end of the game the 2 teams were level. And it was in the last minute that a swift counter attack allowed the team to turn the tide of the game as the boy’s team was ahead, just seconds away from the final whistle. The shrill of the whistle marked the end of the game and the winning team jumped around in excitement. The captain was hailed as a hero by his teammates. He then humbly denied that he was the hero and mentioned that the boy deserved that title. He told his teammates that he had followed his instructions and it had turned the flow of the game. His teammates felt guilty that they had ignored him all this while and yet he provided the winning formula for them. They decided to thank him personally but he was nowhere in sight.

The following day, the team decided to celebrate their win with the boy but he was absent from training for the first time. It was just unusual that he would be absent for training. The coach arrived and they asked him about the boy’s whereabouts. He took a deep breath and uttered, “He called me yesterday to inform me that he was not feeling good. He also told me that the team had won the match. I was delighted.” The captain asked him, “So where is he, where is our hero?” The coach replied, “Today, I was informed that our young hero had passed away silently in the hospital. I learnt that he was diagnosed with a terminal disease.” Everyone was stunned as the unsung hero had drawn his final breath.

Now, there is always an empty chair next to the window where the boy used to sit. Ever since, there was no one sitting by the water tank. Everybody in school wondered where the imperfect boy had gone to. Then, when the yearbook was issued, he appeared again but this time he was in black and white photograph. It says, “In memories of the wheelchair bound boy. Entered Dawnfield High School and was a member of the football club for 2 years. Helped to win the school’s first trophy in 5 years and was hailed a hero by the football team. Won the top student award in the first year with an A+ in all subjects and received a sum of $50,000 for winning the top prize in the young writer of America competition in the same year in which he had donated all of them to an organization that caters for the children who suffered from long life illnesses. When asked why he donated all his money to this organization, he said, “I don’t have much time left but these children still have a future ahead of them.” Diagnosed with a terminal spinal disease and leukemia since birth, he persevered throughout his life to be perfectly normal just like any human being and helped those who are less fortunate than he was. Upon his death, he asked for his healthy organs to be donated. Later, he was awarded the only Nobel Prize given to youth for humanity. May he rest in peace; for a kind hearted soul, there will always be a place in heaven.”

The coach said to himself, “He is not just a benchwarmer after all,” as he closed the yearbook.

A Night To Remember...

Tonight was his last opportunity to know what dwelled in her heart. Smartly dressed in a glossy tuxedo, he appeared at the entrance of the grand ball. He put on his mask to cover his face, hiding his identity just like the invited guests. It was a masquerade, a party to celebrate tomorrow’s big event, the wedding ceremony. The sparkling floor was filled with couples dancing accompanied by the rhythm of the music. He looked around to spot the woman he was looking for. He thought that the bride-soon-to-be was not going to show up soon. He took a glass of wine and separated himself from the crowd to the balcony, overlooking the lake. The night seemed so right, starry and the moon shone brightly. He took a sip and sighed. He knew he was a fool not telling the woman who turned his life upside down; his true feelings and now, she was going to be somebody’s wife.

Meanwhile, the woman was in her room, browsing an old photo album. She could recall the faces in the album and on the last page she found her photo with the man of her dreams. She remembered how tender the relationship they used to share. But she did not have the courage to tell him how much he meant to her. She could barely smile as she was going to marry someone she did not love. She walked out of the room into the balcony and sighed as she enjoyed the simmering water of the nearby lake. She did not see a reason why her parents wanted her to marry so soon especially to a man who was a complete stranger.

The time had come, the music stopped and everyone stopped dancing. They moved away from the dance floor and lifted their heads high to the second floor corridor. There, stood the lucky bachelor. They looked at him with awe, he was prince charming. The man entered the dance floor and stood amongst the crowd at the front. He took a sip again and waited. The woman put on her mask and headed out of the room, leaving the last page of the album open. As she neared the staircase, she noticed that hundred pairs of eyes were on her. The prince helped her as they stepped down to the dance floor. He thought that she looked splendid in the white gown she was wearing. The prince then walked her to the centre of the floor. He began addressing the guests telling them what a joyous occasion that night and he was glad that everyone was present to witness.

He uttered confidently, “My fellow guests, I am pleased that we are all gathered here to witness the moment of truth. I would like all of you to take off your mask for the time being as there is a surprise.” Everyone followed his command except the man. The crowd soon moved away from the masked man, allowing him to stand out of the crowd. The woman saw this and she tried to figure who he was. The prince then said, “You can take off your mask now. You need not hide your heart and yourself anymore.” The man was rather stunned. Finally, he unveiled himself in front of the woman. There was a deafening silence in the room. The prince addressed the crowd again, “Ladies and gentlemen, here stand the couple we have been expecting for.” Both of them were dumbfounded.


The man walked slowly towards her and he said, “I don’t want to lose you ever again so I am going to tell you what I wanted to all these while. I need you because I love you…” The woman replied, “I love you too with all my heart.” The lights dimmed and the music started playing soft music. Only the centre floor was lighted, the man and the woman held each other’s hands and they began to dance. It was rather romantic as every guest lighted their candles to light the room, creating a passionate atmosphere. No words could describe the couples’ feeling as they were dancing slowly with elegance. She whispered, “I don’t want tonight to end.” The man softly replied, “Me too. Tonight we celebrate our everlasting love.” The lovebirds kept dancing through the night not wanting time to separate them from each other again.

Some Things Can Be Expressed Without Being Spoken...

He was finally ready after all these while. He reached deep into his pocket to make sure that he had not forgotten to bring it along. He took out his hands with a faint smile. Though his mind was filled with uncertainty, he remained calm and preserved. He then looked over to the vast ocean, fascinated by its wonders. The azure sky had turned red but the boy still stood on the wooden jetty with his elbows resting on the railings. Many had noticed the boy’s strange behaviour after all he had been there for three days enduring the sun’s blaze and the pouring rain without food or water, not even moving away from the spot he was standing on. Judging from his dried and crumpled clothes, many would have ignored him. But when approached by a concerned stranger on the fourth day, why he had been standing there for so long, he weakly replied that he was waiting for someone. Surprised, the stranger walked away. The stranger then looked back wondering if he had spoken the truth. True enough, the boy still set his eyes on the calm waters.

The determined boy kept standing even though his legs were tired. He did not mind the pain; only one thing remained in his head, to keep waiting until she arrived. Time soon corrode his strength to hang on, the boy spent his fifth day sitting down this time with his back facing the blue sea. Hunger, thirst and fatigue had drained all his stamina, but he persevered. He then noticed drops of water falling from the dark, grey sky on the jetty’s wooden planks. He thought that he had reached his limits and he might topple anytime sooner. He was worried that he would not be able to see her that day after all he was at the brink of his defeat. He tried to save some energy by shutting his eyes and listened to the rain. The heavy downpour once again drenched him but he did not bother much.

He then heard the rain was getting softer somehow and felt that no more water fell over his head. He breathed in and slowly opened his eyes. He gave away a fond smile soon after. He had an umbrella over him, shielding him from the piercing raindrops. He weakly got up back on his feet as he searched down into his pocket. Unknown to him, it had slipped out of his pocket as the tried to stand up. He was searched frantically to find it but to no avail. She then turned him around and looked at him in the eye. She placed her smooth hands on his wet cheek and tears flowed. He was finally face to face with her after these long years. He replied by looking deep into her eyes as if he was looking straight into her heart. After a minute of comforting silence, he hugged her in relief and overflowing joy. Now, he was certain. Even with words left unspoken, they understood each other. She let go of her umbrella and the rain drenched both of them. The hug provided warmth that defeated the chill of the shower. Love had revived his broken spirits and love too had made her realize which was more important to her. He kept her in his arms, not wanting to let go and she hoped for the same too as the rain accompanied them.

New Season...

As a new chapter draws near, I begin to realize that this year it is the time to shine. Because this year, it is the last season I am going to spend my life in the school that I have opted for. I do have regrets for not trying to establish a badminton club in my school but I guess; things happen for a reason. True enough, I have enjoyed my life in this school even when the odds are against me. I have met new people who I can call friends and experience the ups and downs of a student in a typical government school.

The First Year: Participating in the National Parade came unexpectedly when I enrolled. Nevertheless, I braved the heat and the exhausting practices to put up an excellent display on August, 9. After the overture of the Parade, we partied like we have never partied like before. We felt a sense of accomplishment and we thought of letting go of our hard work by enjoying ourselves.

The Second Year: One of the highlights was my performance in the final examinations which came to be a surprise. Good grades overall scoring 90+ in History and Geography. I think the credit should go to the teachers for pushing us beyond our limits. This year too I became a PSL which I have never thought of becoming one. Therefore, when given this opportunity I gladly took it without hesitation. Not only that, I have been chosen to become a Senior PSL too without prior knowledge. My only clue was when Eric said, “We have senior meeting today.”

The Third Year: Many happened this year. The Pahang trip was exhilarating. It was the first time I visited Malaysia and deep in the middle of nowhere. Surrounding us was just thick forests, small villages and oil palm plantations. It was during this trip I became closer to nature and it was a good opportunity to test my resilience to live 3 days without much electricity and far away from the comfort of home. This year too I won the inter house badminton competition, perhaps my only achievement throughout my life here. Well, a medal for safe keeping was worth the effort.

As a new chapter is about to unfold with its pen all ready to write history, I guess I am prepared to face the unpredictable future. It may have come soon than expected but as long as blood still run in my veins and my heart still beats, I shall take on the thorny path with perseverance. Even if I am at the brink of defeat and have reached my limitations, I will not give up. Perhaps I may stumble and fall, but I will get up back to my feet as long as there is hope. Even the tiniest flame of a candle can overcome darkness and guide its master to find his way out eventually.