LOVE found and LOST

well how is it that some people get lucky in their love and life ?

I always had this question which could never be answered by many of them, some tried answering but I was never satisfied with it.

how do I start the story?

well I came across a girl name PIYA who was born and brought up as a boarder from her nursery days till she was done with her schooling, a girl who is quit a tom boy cause she was grown up with guys around her, a kid who always took a car over a doll, joyful kid you could say.

As a kid PIYA always missed her mom and always wanted to live with her, Piya always wanted to live like any other family did but Piya said her life had planned something else for her, she has a brother who is 10 years younger to her and Piya pampers him a lot. As Piya, even her brother was admitted as boarder at an early age.

After her schooling it was her time to get some attention from her mom and the younger one, she was quit keen on being with her family she got back to her home and now she had to decide in which stream was she interested. The call was taken by her Mom and yet again she was soon sent to girls hostel of the college, but this time hostel was something strange and Piya as a growing girl had many thoughts and questions which troubled her every moment she questioned herself "why could she not stay with her parent?

being in the same town she lived as a boarder and now in hostel" she was frustrated and cried every night for not getting the love and care that she deserved from her family, she fought to be with her family, she was depressed and her mom could understand that her daughter needed the family life, which Piya never got since her childhood and they decided to get Piya and her brother back home.

Piya was very happy and thought she could have every bit of her family, she was getting her part of love from her parents and Piya was trying to relive her childhood days with the little one, but all this was soon coming to an end.

she was in standard 'xi' and had a routine of attending classes, sports practice and getting back home she use to monitor her younger one's studies with fun being the factor to teach him, she never missed telling her mom end of the day what all she did at college at sports and what she thinks of her friends, she shared every little thing that happened to her in a day with her mother and at the dinner table it was a fun+family time for them she teased the little one telling him that mom love her more then him...she was just reliving her childhood day in her teenage, all of a sudden she gets a call from her uncle asking her to come to the hospital , she did as she was told she went to the mentioned hospital and met her uncle she asked what's going on ? why have you called me here ? no one uttered a word the situation over there was explained to her without even anyone uttering a single word all that could be seen explained her the situation that the love what she got for a while was all lost for the rest of her life,dead bodies of her parents which shattered her life. "love was found late but it was lost soon" her parents met with an accident and are no more in the lives of Piya and the younger one, the idea of Piya having a perfect family life was scattered in a month.

The answer to my question what I got from this girls life was its not about you getting lucky or unlucky with life its all about how you tend to get love in your life and make your life and love live forever in our lives

RAIN

There is a pale sun, and I’m hearing the rain pouring down over the mountains. It is slowly approaching – and yes, the first drops are falling. Now the leaves are glistening.

An almost cold wind makes me feel chilly. It’s traveling from the east, from the wild Indian Ocean.

White clouds are creeping over the ridge, birds twittering around me, and now the sun decides to send a few strong warming rays. The leaves shine, as if they were lit from within, in the most intense of greens. Greens unmixed, directly from the tube.

The wind has turned into a soft breeze, it’s almost still, and I can hear the river roar down in the valley. A humming bird passes, no other sound than its vibrating wings.

The rain has ceased, the flowers are proudly exposing their sparkling beauty. Reds as intense as on the day they were invented. I feel like dipping my finger in them and painting the whole world red.

Life

When does life really begin? Is it when the first fluttering beats of the primitive heart of a fetus start, or when the child is pushed from the womb into the world? Does it all actually start at the moment of conception when the egg and sperm meet and mix their genetic code together to create a new being. Who can say really. No one knows because no one is sure of when life truely begins.

There are many out there who say an unborn child isn't really a person, or even alive because it can not sustain it's own life. If this were true, then no one is a real person until they are living on their own away from their parents. When you stop and really think about this, without listening to the arguments about when life starts or if something is considered alive until a certain time, you would suprised at what you may find.

When the primitive heart of a tiny fetus starts to beat for the first time, it is then that it starts to actually survive on its own, apart from its mother. Though at this time, most mothers-to-be don't know they are mothers yet, they begin to change their attitude to a more gentle caring way and doing what they can to protect the tiny life inside them in many different ways. Its that life growing inside them that started those mothering instincts. Its those instincts that protect it from harm until it is able to survive outside the womb and until it can live apart from its mother later in life. Even beyond that point, any mother will protect her young from everything she can.

I'm not a scientist, a theologist, or even a doctor. I am just an average woman with a child of her own. From the moment I felt those first flutterings of life within me and heard my child's beating heart for the first time, all thanks to modern technology, I have thought about when life truely began. No matter what, from the very beginning when the egg and sperm meet, it is a living breathing human being. Sometimes, the life can not go beyond a few weeks inside the mother, but its still alive, until it can not go any longer. There are times, when that life has to be ended, in such cases, it is still sad, but if the mother is to live, then it has to be done. There are other times, when frankly, it is best because there are other problems such as a tumor which is eating away at the child little by little. It doesn't change the fact the child had to die, but at least, it had a small chance and brought just a little happiness into the mother's life.

So, when does life really begin? I don't know, but when ever it does, its all well worth keeping it going, for the rewards are more than what anyone truely deserves.

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