How one moment could change everything and why every moment is significant…
Hello Stalkers!
Whenever I write something, it means I’m in a good mood — or at least, I have something strong enough to drag me into typing out my feelings. For the past week, I wasn’t feeling well, and honestly, the rest of the week didn’t get better either.
I was confused one particular day — last Wednesday.
I had literally a ton of work piling on me. I couldn’t sleep a wink, but my determination to finish everything before the deadline kept stinging me (including publishing this article).
Usually, I write about something that intrigued me during the week. However, last week gave me nothing. It was a deadpan week.
So yeah, I didn’t get to sleep peacefully, not even once. You feel me?
But then…
Something had come up which took time for me to process and craft it into a fine article, so you could tune in with what I’m talking about.
Haha! It’s not that old. More like once upon last week, I was being chocked by all my pending works and dead-lines from all the sides.
My sisters were sleeping, while I was swimming between my pages and pens thinking that from where to start.
I had…
10 observations to complete
Silhouette activity for English
Another silhouette activity for English
One graphic organiser
Classwork writing
Home works of Mathematics
1000+ words to write on Inkitt (due to a challenge)
To arrange my clothes on my closet
To wash my dishes
Test on Physics
Plus, this article.
All due overnight. Period.
And I hadn’t touched a single thing. I had just finished dinner. BAM! It’s 11 p.m.
It was almost midnight when my cousin came up to me and asked, “Shall we eat watermelon?” (She’s a night eater.)
I knew it was in the fridge — chilled and sweet.
If she was going to cut the pieces for me, I was in. “Okay,” I said.
I absent-mindedly ate it, hoping it would distract me from all the stress. I was left alone in the hall, unaware that she had gone back to her study.
I had a whole plate of sliced watermelon, with seeds poking my tongue with every bite. It was fricking frustrating.
Suddenly, I started crying in the middle of the hall, sitting cross-legged behind the slice of watermelon.
Tears slipped out without my permission, and I sobbed silently. No one saw me like that. The worst part?
No one saw me cry.
The sweetness lingered, and yet I didn’t stop eating. The giant piece grazed my cheeks, mixing with my tears. I was a messy disaster, crying for a reason I couldn’t even name.
I felt defeated.
Every time I try something new and raise my head above the water, I drown. I fail. Every single time.
That night was the last straw.
I had no hope left in my sobbing mess.
Usually, my inner voice consoles me after a minute of crying — but it glitched that night. The tears didn’t stop.
For once, I hoped my cousin would glance at me and realize I was devastated. But she didn’t. Not even a single look.
The world has never complained about how busy it is.
I couldn’t rub my tears as my hands are full of water melon and its jelly. My white sleeve wiped it off, every five second, getting dirty by the juice sticking my cheeks.
It was mortifying to myself, now.
The crying paused for a still moment… then started all over again. I cried for no reason I could point out.
You know what happened next…💡
Out of the blue, my mom barged in (after her nearly hour-long phone call).
I instantly dropped the melon, wiped my face with my shirt, and pretended I was just eating. Truth is, I was actually on the floor, nibbling and gnawing the juicy melon like a squirrel.
Pathetic? Absolutely.
She froze, seeing me in the corner of the hall, eating melon and spitting seeds at midnight, two more giant pieces still on the plate. She was actually admiring her daughter.
A smile crept over her face, she dropped her phone in pocket and jolted, “Why are you eating like this?” Her expression changing.
Me praying my tears shouldn’t be visible.
She went straight to the kitchen and brought a knife with her. That’s when I realized — my jaw and the edges of my lips hurt from trying to bite those huge pieces. But I wanted a distraction.
And this was the hugest thing I had.
“Why don’t you cut the pieces and eat?” She pulled the plate and grabbed my melon, “Give it to me. I’ll make it into small pieces for you.”
My hands slipped the melon to hers and my eyes widened by her simple kindness. She didn’t say much after that. I just watched her peel off the stupid green cover and slice it into tiny chunks.
Few seeds were dropping out as she cut it for me.
My breath hitched, she didn’t noticed the traces of my tears. But she knew what I wanted.
Easy tasks.
Not a whole burden like the huge slice of melon full of seeds.
I wanted peace in enjoying the juice in it, not the seeds hitting my tongue.
I wanted my work to be rewarding and fun to do, not stressing and overwhelming like this piece of melon.
That was it. That was why I cried.
“Always cut the pieces into tiny ones like this, dear.” She passed the plate to me. She even called my cousin and cut her pieces too. My eyes turned water like the melon in my hand, looking at her.
She made me realise everything. How did I not see that?
This time the tears went happily inside, a smile passed from me to her direction. I said, “Thank you, mom.” For everything.
The moral of the story is… 🐵
I ate my melon with full mood turning better each second. I had never felt better. After finishing, I said good night to my mom and went to the study that had been stressing me out.
I decluttered the mess. I already had a to-do list, so I glanced at it. Then:
Studied a bit
Wrote one experiment in the observation notebook
Took A4 sheets for English activities
Circled homework questions in my math book
Typed 100+ words
Skipped the article for that week
Slept.
It was so satisfying.
The next day?
My English ma’am forgotten about the work, my chemistry ma’am, gave 10 days time to finish the observation, I did my Physics test well, my Maths sir didn’t care about home work, I had a good feeling that I had my fingers over keyboard for the Inkitt challenge, and I realised I did the right thing by skipping my article.
Because, I don’t want to throw rubbish when I’m half-dozed.
It’s just a matter of looking around you, I would say, to catch the cues of life. Every moment has something to say.
I believe it deeply.
It could be a person you meet, the trees that sheds leaves, a podcast, a sentence you read, a dialogue someone said, the road you walk, some one else’s experience, a car, a cloud…
Anything.
And it could teach you something.
We are not slowing down for anything in out lives. We are just engaging ourself in the current. But when you do slow down things, you would see the things which you’ve missed or forgotten.
Just flip a page.
Search around you.
There may already be a solution waiting for you.
Because every moment is valid in your life. Whatever actions you did in the past, built you up, your mind, your circumstances.
Do not dodge it. Do not waste it. Embrace every moment.
Throw out what’s not worth your energy — like the seeds in the melon.
I read in a book once:
Everyone appears as buddhas in the eyes of the Buddha and every one appears as pigs in the eyes of a pig.
Which means: Your world is shaped by how you perceive it.
So cherish each moment so you never regret anything.
Work with fun.
Earn with gratefulness.
Eat with excitement.
And sleep with satisfaction.
Don’t struggle with things which are to be treated by ignorance.
The most important point, I would sum it up at the end is…
What is life without some problems?
No one could enjoy the sweetness of the water melon, if it lacked any seed.
And remember, the annoying seeds that disturb you while you eat are the reason behind another watermelon growing throw a creeper!
It is always easy to blame things and get lost in the whirlwind of thoughts.
But it’s harder — and more meaningful — to slow down and look. Search for solution, hunt them down from the cues of life. It is always leaving clue for you to follow.
And it never disappoints, unless you don’t tag yourself you are in trouble…
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