Falling in Despair is a Choice to Make

With the clock ticking away in the background Silah kept waiting for the results. Enveloped in silence and darkness she sat in her room. Praying. Praying that the result be in her favour.

Her body had gone stiff because of being in the same posture for almost an hour. To relieve herself from the state of curiosity, she picked up her phone and dialed a number. With every ring her heartbeat got louder and faster. After what it seemed to be hours (which really were only a few seconds) she heard a voice.

“Hello.” The person at the other end of the line said.

Silah was neither in a state of conducting pleasant talk nor did she indulge in it. Rather she asked, “The decision’s been made?” She sounded as if she expected the worst.

The silence that followed fell hard on her ear drums.

“Yes,” he said. “You lost.”

She could not speak for a minute or two as she was concentrating all her energies in restraining the tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

After she regained control over herself, keeping her voice as strong as she was capable of, she asked, “By how many?”

“Only two. Only if a few members would have…”

She cut him in mid sentence.

“Bothered to come? Now you see what I meant about relying on people who are apparently your friends?”

“Silah, but I really believed that you could have made it. I don’t know what to say right now.”

There was a light sound that preceded Silah’s next words which could very well have been an attempt to laugh. An attempt at which she failed miserably.

“Oh please Mr President…”

“Not again Silah!”

“Yes ofcourse, Aamir. How can I forget that you do not like to be addressed as ‘Sir’, ‘Boss’ or ‘Mr President’? Anyways, coming back to the point. Which is, I lost. It’s a fact. I am disappointed for sure but I’m not disheartened.”

“Only you could say such a thing girl!”

“I am serious. Not being in the Executive Body does not mean that I am no more part of the Club. Because I am. I will still work for it. The need is of passion and not a position.”

“True that, but it must still…”

“Aamir I understand that you really care about all the members but I am fine. As I told you already this is not the end of Time.”

There was silence for a second.

“And that rhymes with ryhme!” Silah exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Aamir sounded confused as if not really sure what to say.

“Well… As I don’t have any duties to perform right now, I think it is my time with my pen.” She seemed happy at the prospect.

Aamir was happy that she had words, her source of comfort. To keep her from the depths of disappointment. Aamir, though not really a fan of the art of reading or writing, decided he must leave her to her devices now that she was in her element back again.

“Sure,” he replied, “I won’t be a hindrance anymore and let you weave to the subtle cloth of words.”

She chuckled at his choice of words and said,

“Bye, then?


And she disconnected the call.


Though she had lost (even though it was really important for her) she understood that life was not all about a club or a position. To do something and achieve something, a position has never a prerequisite.

She understood all well that the only way forward was filled with obstacles. And sometimes people needed to fail for new horizons to open to them.

An Amazing Read

nerd backwards is D REN

I recently learned the Harry Potter world before the series actually end. Yes, I live in a cave. It was my 3rd year in college that curiosity about this series got me and after that, the rest is history. Now that I  already graduated, I want to thank the magical world.

I hope Hermione is proud of what I have achieved last March 16, 2012.

Thank You…

Harry, for teaching me to stand up when all else fails and be brave on every step.
Ron, for showing me that fear is not a weakness but a strength that shows you’re just human and there’s always room for improvement and yes, there’s always the pressure when your siblings do good at school, but at the end of the day, the achievements do not matter. We love our family because they are our family.
Hermione, for personally inspiring me to study hard and have…

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An amazing fan fiction about a few of our favourite people!

Jeyna Grace

In the broad valleys of Wales was a young beautiful girl. She lived with her mother and step father in a brick house, where she had to look after her brother, her 2 step sisters and her twin half brothers.

When her father died in the war, while serving the King in service, her mother came under the spell of a wealthy man, who promised wonderful things for her family, but when he married her mother, she and her brother became outcasts.

She was forced to do the cleaning and cooking, as though she was one of the maids in her own home. Her younger brother was forced to work in the farm and over see the male workers. And since she was the oldest among all her siblings, she was forced to look after all of them. She could easily call herself the head maid of her home, as…

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The Plan of the Master Weaver

Our lives are but fine weavings
That God and we prepare
Each life becomes a fabric planned
And fashioned in His care

We may not always see just how
The weavings intertwine,
But we must trust the Master’s hand
And follow His design

For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While we must look from underneath
And trust in Him to guide…

Sometimes a strand of sorrow
is added to His plan,
And though it’s difficult for us,
We still must understand

That it’s He who fills the shuttle,
It’s He Who knows what’s best
So we must weave in patience,
And leave to him the rest…

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unveil the canvas
And explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needed
In the Master’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned