It’s been a while that I have been searching for it. I lost my bag. people might think about how bad it can be to lose a bag. but I cried and whined just cause I lost it.now you might be wondering what is it that I carried in my bag. then I must tell you that it might not be that important to you. but it is to me. I have searched for it everywhere in my house. I mean every single corner but couldn’t find it. after every corner I searched for it I just turn around to realize how much I messed up. I cried and cried and asked God to help me find the bag. then suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I was afraid to open the door. the knocking became harder now. I slowly walked towards the door and I started picking up my pace as the knocking did. I slowly opened the door and called out to know who was out there. nobody responded so I slowly dared to open it. the sun rays fell on me. I immediately covered my face before I could get completely blinded by the sun. and then I saw my garden. I just forgot how beautiful it looked. yes, its been a while that I came out and for a while I mean two years. the wild plants that grew among the beautiful roses and the other plants. the money plant that grew over the main gate. it was an utmost delight. I realized that I stopped crying. and this was the moment of truth. I was searching for the bag in the wrong place. I was searching it inside when it was out here all this time. my bag which was full of happiness, joy, freedom, adventure, wisdom, kindness, purity in heart. the moment I realized it I let it out. the one which was fighting with my dread for in two years. I smiled. I got up and packed my bag, but this time filled with real essentials and started out to find my bag. I was damn sure I was going to find it. I never saw the one who knocked on the door but whoever did, they knocked my sadness off and made me realize that end of the loved ones doesn’t mean the end of our life too but it is to live up to their real wish. and what could be our loved ones wish other than wanting us to be happy.so I set out to find the bag which once
my loved ones gave me.
a Thoughtful short story by
కొంతమంది దీని తెలుగు అర్ధం అడగడం వల్ల దీనిని నేను తెలుగులోకి Rough Translation చేస్తున్నాను -BINDU