Version 1:
She hated to be late.
All her life, everything had to be on time.
Leaving for school, then leaving for college and then finally leaving for office.
"Mom!!!!", "You know I hate to be late?"
"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.
"Why?” she said.
"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."
"Why don't you go with your friends, I won’t be able to sleep on time
and then I'll be late for office tomorrow."
His expression changed drastically and isn't something worth writing about.
Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, snatching it
and rushing out with a quick good bye she was off.
She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her
which irritated her no end. "I am going to be late because
he is walking so slow”, she thought. Perhaps sensing her irritation, the man gave her
side to move forward, rushing ahead she didn't even think of thanking him;
after all he was causing her to be late.
The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded today.
Perhaps some politician had come over, she thought.
A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge;
brushing them aside, she rushed downstairs.
Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe
he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of
the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was
knocked down....dead.
Death...it can happen anytime...any day…and any way.
Now let’s rewind.
Version 2:
She got up in the morning.
After getting ready, she sat down at the breakfast table with her brother.
"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.
"Why?” she said.
"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."
"Let’s plan it on a weekend, it’ll be easier for me please?”
“Ok, but then it’ll be your treat, promise?”
“Promise”
Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, as she took it, she said
“Thanks Mom”, and started for office.
She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her
The man gave her side to move forward, “Thank you”;
she said with a smile and moved forward.
The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded.
A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge.
As soon as she got a side she moved forward and started
Downstairs. Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe
he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of
the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was
knocked down....dead.
……
I haven’t used any names in the above versions.
Because any of us can be any character them.
Point is, the main character faced the same situations, she came to the same end;
But her reactions to the situations were different.
She died, but before dying, she definitely left something, those who knew her or met her
Could remember her by….
A few kind and understanding words which might seem inconsequential yet that make
a lot of difference to our way if living.
Anyone can receive kindness, but you make a difference only by giving it.
She hated to be late.
All her life, everything had to be on time.
Leaving for school, then leaving for college and then finally leaving for office.
"Mom!!!!", "You know I hate to be late?"
"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.
"Why?” she said.
"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."
"Why don't you go with your friends, I won’t be able to sleep on time
and then I'll be late for office tomorrow."
His expression changed drastically and isn't something worth writing about.
Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, snatching it
and rushing out with a quick good bye she was off.
She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her
which irritated her no end. "I am going to be late because
he is walking so slow”, she thought. Perhaps sensing her irritation, the man gave her
side to move forward, rushing ahead she didn't even think of thanking him;
after all he was causing her to be late.
The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded today.
Perhaps some politician had come over, she thought.
A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge;
brushing them aside, she rushed downstairs.
Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe
he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of
the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was
knocked down....dead.
Death...it can happen anytime...any day…and any way.
Now let’s rewind.
Version 2:
She got up in the morning.
After getting ready, she sat down at the breakfast table with her brother.
"What time are coming home today?" her brother asked.
"Why?” she said.
"I was thinking perhaps we can go to that new park in our society."
"Let’s plan it on a weekend, it’ll be easier for me please?”
“Ok, but then it’ll be your treat, promise?”
“Promise”
Mother came with her Tiffin in hand, as she took it, she said
“Thanks Mom”, and started for office.
She got in the line for bus, had a person walking with a stick in front of her
The man gave her side to move forward, “Thank you”;
she said with a smile and moved forward.
The bridge over the railway platform was too crowded.
A lot of laborers carrying iron pipes were going over the bridge.
As soon as she got a side she moved forward and started
Downstairs. Suddenly the foot of one of the laborers slipped, and the iron pipe
he was holding got out of his hand, rolled over, falling on the stairs; while the rest of
the crowd moved sideways; she just turned to see what happened and was
knocked down....dead.
……
I haven’t used any names in the above versions.
Because any of us can be any character them.
Point is, the main character faced the same situations, she came to the same end;
But her reactions to the situations were different.
She died, but before dying, she definitely left something, those who knew her or met her
Could remember her by….
A few kind and understanding words which might seem inconsequential yet that make
a lot of difference to our way if living.
Anyone can receive kindness, but you make a difference only by giving it.
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