Feelthe-feel - Vaishnavi Singh

My prayer.

God, give me wings so big and strong which will make me fly high in the sky, but don’t let me forget what it was to walk slowly along the beautiful countryside. Please keep me happy but not so much, that when sad times come, I break down. Make me have all the happiness and luxury but never let me forget what fun it was, treating your friends at your own birthday party. Make me a good person, but not that much, that I don’t remember annoying friends anymore. God, keep me busy with work, but not that much that I don’t get time even for myself. Make my friends happy and rich, but don’t let them forget, the love we share. God give me these things, this is what I care for. Don’t let me keep any other thing in my priority, other than Nation, Family and Friends, because other things deserve to be secondary. Give me the power to be a good listener and a good speaker, so I can always lend an ear to people in need, and give them the best advice.

This is all I want, you to be with me always and guide my way.

Let me sleep

" You can't say whether the time coming will be good for you or bad, but you'll always know that it will be yours."

-Vaishnavi Singh.

How time flies?

The story from nothing to everything. Everything was not always the same, as it is now, in front of all of us. Everything kept changing, changes happened and it is now that, we are seeing, and surely as nothing is constant, it will always keep changing as the time will always keep flying. People from nowhere come and gain success on basis of their talent, it never takes a lot of time making a crying person laugh, it is always easy to forget griefs in a moment, because the time flies at it’s own speed. It’s just a matter of time that you see, your shoe is too small for you now, it’s just a matter of time that sapling changes to a big tree, this is the importance of time. All these changes that take place are always a part of this flowing time, that will never cease, some small memories, make up the best of the memories, moments that may seem small right now, will be very precious to you, may be you will like them even more than gold or rubies. All these small things are also as important as time. As we all know that time has never waited for anyone, and will never wait for anyone either, so, why not let’s gather some speed and try to keep up at it’s pace, but don’t try to keep up so hard that, you just loose all your stamina and stop. The moments that are gone, are gone for ever, you may recreate them, but they will not be the same. So, let’s try to respect and give value to Time, let’s live every moment to the fullest, because you never know what lies ahead. Let’s use this time wisely. Let’s not waste it on things that hardly matters. Let’s take some time out to praise the beauty of life, nature and the beauty of other people’s heart. Let’s take a break, let’s go and sit and talk with our family and friends, rather than working overtime, because nothing is constant. If you miss a family gathering or a party with your friends, you’ll feel bad for it, forever. If you miss it at that time, the same time may never come. We still have time, to make this life a little better, a little prettier, a little quieter. Let’s do it now, and not be late. Because the time gone, will never come again.

I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

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The Girl Who Found Herself

*Scene at her office*

*A girl with a fragile body, pale lips and thin fingers is working, completing a file which seems as if it is the last one because no other file can be seen on her desk. Suddenly, there is a sound *Dham* and she looks up. She saw her senior standing on the other side of her desk resting his hands on the latest heap of files that he seemingly he had brought for her. She looked at the pile and then she looked at the clock which was showing 4:45 p.m. She turned back to her senior to say that it was already too late and that the office time was about to get over but he had already left. She could only hear his commanding voice as he walked out of the office, "Boss wants these at his table first thing tomorrow morning!" She sighs and starts working again.*

*Time Skip*

She looks up and it's already 9:00 p.m. 🕘 she packs up everything and leaves.

*Cut *

She guided herself to her house. After climbing the stairs to the second floor really carefully she opens the door to her house. The lift was as always out of service when she needed it the most.

*At her house*

With a loud *bang* the door closed. There was a loud *thud* and there was a girl sitting on the floor looking at how everything was scattered. Papers were all over the floor. She looked as if she would break down any moment. Frustrated, she sat and started picking up the papers lazily. After she was done, she was still sitting there but it seemed that this made no difference. But, it just worsened the condition, as in front of her there was a smiling photo of her. Smiling as if it was her, who owned the world. The girl in the picture looked really happy, really healthy and her skin was glowing so much that one would be needing sunglasses to look at her. The girl in the photo was just her younger self. But the girl who was now looking at the photo was completely different. She reached out for the frame and threw it away.

The glass shattered into pieces but the girl's smile in the photo did not fade. She came back to her senses; she picked up the pile of papers and placed them on the desk. "Really? They call this little work!? I am not able to do the work on time! My files are incomplete! Don't they see the number of papers in each file!? I skip my meals, my house is a total mess and neither I am able to find time for myself. I just sit there trying to complete everything, and as much as I can! Still they are not happy! What should I even do? What do I do!?" She was thinking while cleaning up her room. Tears started to roll down from her angelic looking eyes and she said out loud in a shaky voice, "Even tears are allowed to escape but I am not even allowed to walk away from all of this even for just a second." Then she saw something which made happy as well as sad. There were a lot of paintings kept carelessly but it was not the paintings that caught her attention, the thing she noticed was a painting of a night sky, a beautiful painting but it was left incomplete. She saw brushes of all kinds lying there, stiff because the paint hasn't been washed off. She picked up the brushes and saw her colour palette still full of dried colours. She was now not paying attention towards anything else. She looked out of the window and to her utter amazement the night sky outside was exactly the same as the painting on her canvas. A wave of excitement rushed through her. She started painting and completed it within an hour. She completed her dream which was incomplete and in fact she completed the missing part of herself too. Now her path was clear. The next day she resigned and got herself a spot in the city’s best Art Gallery. She now did what she loved and followed her way to the destiny which she wanted to reach since she was a mere child. She now was a professional artist. So at last, that girl finally found herself in a way she would have never imagined.

-Vaishnavi Singh.

Not mine.