This is not actually my own creation but I have put a considerable effort to give it my style. I found this in my computer as I was browsing the documents. It was written by one of the awesome person I’ve met. His name is Jeevan Pahari. He wrote this couple of years ago and it is really good.

How ten hours taught me to live

                           Now I’ve to say, life is precious, life is full of colours. This definition comes to everyone but it’s just the matter of time and the events that they pass through in their life. In other words, we listen or read to these visions of life everyday but we fail to really understand what it means. But most of the time, a certain event gives us a chance to reflect on ourselves. Life hasn’t always been good to me, but neither it has been to everyone. I now see life in different prospects. It’s just not about being happy , It’s about being sad also, It’s about losing them, It’s about walking miles of distance because you don’t have money in your pocket. It’s about losing the one you loved for long time and you can do nothing about it.  It’s about walking in rain, listening to music, falling in love, rising in life. But above all it’s about living everyday as a whole new day I came to realise these facts being locked in a room for ten hours.

                My family was going to a vacation trip to Illam and I was supposed to live at my friends till then. In morning my small brother accidently locked my room when I was in a deep sleep. Let’s say it was start of this awesome story. Life is shit sometimes and that moment was shot for me. I woke up and after I did my duty in the bathroom attached to my room, I decided to have some tea. I went towards the door and tried to open it. It didn’t open. I tried some more times but unfortunately, I couldn’t. I realised that the only way it could be open, was from outside. I started to be restless and tried to bang the door. I started to shout badly and as loud as I could but there was no one to hear my voice and come for my help. My mobile had no balance to call or text and I had no internet access. My friends wouldn’t come by unless I called them. To make things worse, my phone’s battery died and the charger was in another room. I was very hungry because from early morning I had ate nothing. Fortunately, I had some water. I was weak now and very confined. The first thing I remembered my pizza that memory of sausage pizza and a soft drink made my tongue go around my dry lips. The scariest part about the incident wasn’t the fact that I was locked. It was the thought that I would be locked for several days and I could literally die if nobody would come to help me.

 I can now say that I was a bad ass back then, I was a proud boy and had a beautiful girl who loved me unconditionally but I never understood what love is. When I started to realise that I don’t have my parents by my side, who loved me more than anything in this world. I started to remember the moments when my father carried me to the hospital in his back because no vehicle ran as it was a strike day, I started to remember my mother who would never eat enough with a wish that I would eat as much food as I wanted. I started to miss my girlfriend who would never leave my hand but whom I had always hurt for very small reasons that don’t even make sense. I had never felt glad about having a bathroom attached to my room. It was a simple incident. I wasn’t suffering from deadly disease or a terrible accident. I wasn’t bankrupt nor I had a lost my life savings. But it was terrible. I panicked and I thought I was going to die. I became so nostalgic, I was sad, deep and my eyes were all full of tears all day and after 9 hours 30 min I began to thank god for making me alive. I felt so much gratitude for life that I would go on hugging people in the streets if I could, if ever, get out of that prison. They say, “What happens, happens for good.” I assume after 9 hours & 58 minutes god sent his angel to unlock my door and that was my brother. The trip had been cancelled due to road problem. So, my family returned home after getting stuck. At the moment I saw my parents, I again burst into tears and hugged them and said, “Dad! I’ve found life.”