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Letting her out

Heard of the ant story? The same ant which kept trying to climb the mountain but kept falling down, the same ant who took it up as a challenge and did actually succeed. As kids we were taught the moral of the story, ‘Try try till you succeed’. I forgot about this story and Anu reminded me about it. It was very easy for us to remember and jot down the moral of each story told to us. Somewhere between these stories I personally lost myself. I started living a fictitious life. It was easy for me, I was a so called writer. Whenever anyone asks me about my life now, I always tell them, “It’s messed up”. I realized today that this is my mess. I created this huge Frankenstein out of this mess. 

When I wrote my first story, I created Kiara. She was an imaginary girl who was living the life I wanted to. She was a girl who was in love or rather who loved being in love. She was finding her perfect man. And she kept falling for the imperfect guy called Kabir. Kiara and Kabir always made my stories perfect, from the very beginning till the end. Now the reasons why I stopped writing about them was maybe because I can’t find any inspiration. I can’t find perfect love stories, leave alone perfect love stories, I can’t find ‘Love stories’. Everyone is in search of their soul-mate but nobody is ready to compromise or find happiness easily. Each of us have made a picture in our minds of how is it going to be. We create this imagination and live a small dream before it actually happens. When our imaginations don’t keep up with the reality, we end up hurting ourselves. At the end of the day it’s not love’s fault, it’s our fault. Expectations, imaginations, movies, love stories, his story and her story, all these lead to your own unhappiness.

Nowadays everyone wants what is there in other’s plates. Nobody is content. Everyone wants a love story like the others, nobody wants to make an effort to create their own. These are the reasons why I don’t feel like writing a love story because nobody wants to get out and create an imperfect yet the almost perfect love story. At the present time I don’t want to write just another story, I just want to keep Kiara happy. I want to help her find her Kabir. I want her to start believing in love again, I can’t stop her because I don’t believe in love stories. I want her to find the imperfect guy and help her make the perfect love story. I want to bring her back to life because she has stopped believing and I can’t let her down. I want to let her out loose and make her live again. I want her to fall in love again.


- Samanah. Rizvi

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  1. Finally the lost soul is back to the track..... hope u don't loose it again keep it up nd keep inspiring me (y)

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