DARE TO DREAM

Cuddled up in the corner of a dark room, she was weeping. Her sweater was almost wet with tears rolling down her cheeks. As her mind went through the last ten minutes of her life, her cries grew louder and louder....Through her watery eyes, she could see her blurred dreams fading away. Pessimism had engulfed her.

Her father, after spitting his anger entered the room. The room which had posters of Michael Jackson all over the walls. The room which was full of aspirations of a girl to turn into a prominent dancer.

"I am sorry for shouting at you but, you won't be able to do this my angel. You are a little child right now and so your mind is not mature to take big decisions." he said to his eighteen year old daughter.

"But, daddy is with you Anna to tell what is right and what is wrong. And I am telling you to focus on your studies. It is the only medium to rise to the top, dear. Once you touch the sky, you can dance as much as you want."

With these words he left, oblivious of the fact that his daughter had nerves of steel. Yes, she was crying, she was broken but she knew how to bounce back.....


The crowd went crazy, shouting and hooting, trying their level best to get a glimpse of the renowned dancer as her name was called on the stage. "What do you feel is the reason behind your success Anna?" asked the reporter. 
"Everyone dreams. But, I dared to follow them." she said, holding the trophy she won in the world dance competition, looking straight into the eyes of her father who was right there, standing in the middle of her fans, speechless and motionless. This time he was crying as he learnt the biggest lesson of his life. 😊



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  1. Saru Singhal17 November 2016 at 08:03

    That's the spirit. Follow your dreams and success will be yours.

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    1. Unknown17 November 2016 at 08:36

      Well said Miss Singhal :)
      I wanted to convey this message through my post and you understood it. I feel grateful for that.
      Thanks for stopping by :)

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