Not for me

Well hell or heaven, I, Nora was always on sky seven. I was a lassie all satisfied. In being the best I made myself get identified. I was beautiful more outwardly than from within. I was filled with passion for success to the brim. I was haughty, proud and loud, I floated on the brightest cloud. I considered myself as the best singer and dancer, in bragging about my talents I was the hot freelancer. I could not stop myself from becoming super and superb. And my rude nature and extra smart shit I thoroughly preserved. If anyone would come to be my friend, I would examine her from top to bottom as if she was not my type. I believed in creating fake hoopla-hype. And would say, not my type. If anyone would want my help, I would say, not from me. I was not helping but measured on the top on the haughtometre for free. I could never become kinder and sweeter. According to me, I was the princess of the universe all else being stray kitten and pups. Everyone hated my nature. So one day my friends thought of a plan and they all boycotted me from my clan. My best buddies turned towards me their backs. I felt like a squirrel gasping for breath tied tight in a sack. I failed in all subjects though I had written everything right. All my teachers and my acquaintances gave me a blindsight. For projects no one was ready to be in partnership with me, all insulted and laughed at me for free. No one talked to me or smiled, now I could not stand this situation even for a while. Now it did dawn upon me that everything in me was wrong. Now I wanted to make amends and the urge to become better and likable in me became strong. I helped everyone now and turned up for all and everything. I wanted to become popular now taking the right ways and people saw in me better changes and brighter days. I dawned the robe of the good samaritan and wanted to be remembered for good causes and a girl who was a kind, genuine saggitarian. I again came in good books of friends for free and for this change I thanked hundred times the Almighty. I learned a lesson that we can achieve the highest heights but not tread and compress the sky. Feet shall be rooted to the ground and if you are kind and wise God will give you powers beyond imagination and in your life, you will always be right never wrong, live life being the best, being strong.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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