STORY 1: DREAM, DARE AND DAD!

Hey there, this is my first story on this blog. This is a true story inspired by an episode of my life. I chose to write about this because I wanted to give you a hint of how it feels if you don't open up to your parents about your dreams and aims in life at right point of time.  

Hopefully, this will be an inspirational story that will inspire you to talk to your parents about anything you wish to talk about.

Happy Reading ♥️

THE STORY …


Everyone was glued to the computer screen as if someone would show up and say "Hey!!! Your work is done. You have shattered her dreams. Congratulations!!!" I rolled my eyes at the screen and informed (myself more than everybody around) about the mail being received by the person on the other end.

I stood up, saw the needles of clock (it was 11 past something at night) and I went to bed. I could hear my siblings chattering and my parents muttering in the room. Finding it unbearable, I chose to put a pillow over my head barring any further discussion on the topic inside my head. I could trace the trajectory of my tear until it went somewhere near my earlobe. I closed my eyes dropping one more tear (that rolled through the same path as the previous one) and don't know when I fell asleep only to be woken up by a notification on my phone. THE EMAIL notification.

The same day, earlier in the morning, I had seen my name on the selected students list on the admission website of Regional Institute Of Education (NCERT), Ajmer. And on the same day, later at night, I sent an email and got this email as an answer ...

I managed to get this email just by being not daring enough to tell my dad about my dream. May be my dream was not practical enough (for my parents, their friends, my neighbours and my relatives) but that's what all I wanted to be. A FASHION DESIGNER.

Today is 13th of January 2019. I got this email on 23rd of July 2014. And I am confident about it that I am not that much happy with my decision. Although I chose a practical course for my graduation (Integrated 4 year B.Sc B.Ed) but a much more creative job is all I look up for. Teaching gives me happiness but not contentment.

I am pursuing my post graduation (Masters in physics) and I regret not talking to my father about it. I wonder what my life would have been if I had dared to talk at least once about my choice. I was given a single chance to live and I lost it. And the worst thing is, I lost it to myself.

But the only thing you have to do is TO DREAM AND DARE TO TALK TO YOUR DAD about it. I assure you, it will change your life for good. Go ahead!!!

Lots of wishes 🌼

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