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Vikram Bourne

Tragedy Inspirational


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Vikram Bourne

Tragedy Inspirational


Walk Of Life

Walk Of Life

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Walking on a long road where the autumn wind blows quietly as the leaves fly in the sky, the sun setting into the lake, I wonder what's the purpose of life? Why I keep on suffering every day with tiredness, loneliness, and failure? As the whole world eases past this road on their motorcycle and car. Every day as I walk past the lake I feel this loneliness that I couldn't describe", were my thoughts back then, now here I am standing in the big stage with all the attention I can get, I can feel the whole world looking at me. With this most prestigious award in my hands, I am overjoyed.


Suddenly I hear a knocking sound. As I turn I saw my teacher standing and saying something, I couldn't properly hear it as I slowly came to my senses. I was sitting in my class and found that my teacher caught me dozing off in class. I was made to stand outside the class. But I didn't even bother about it cause I was caught up in my dreams. The class got over and my teacher on the way back to the staff room glared at me. I went inside, took my seat and my friends were explaining how I got caught and how I reacted, it was pretty funny to hear those...


Ahhh... I have run out of paper now of all time I was writing with the flow and now I need to give up on this momentum and go buy some papers. Wearing my worn out old t-shirt and faded jeans I starting walking to the nearby store where my friend at the store said, "maybe you shouldn't have given up the job. " I just replied with a smile and bought the papers.


As I reached home, my doors were open, my things scrambled. As I went inside searching for my initial half of the story I got a strong blow to the head. As I slowly lost my consciousness I could only hear the sound of an ambulance. Certain scenes flashed like I was drowning. As I opened my eyes I saw my mother's tear overflowing and saying thank God and father smiling at me with tears. That moment I thought none values me except my parents, I need to live for them and closed my eyes. As I opened I was in the hospital and I was looking for my parents and then realized they have already left earth. Sighing myself, self-pitying that I don't have a soul to look after me tears ran over my cheeks. The police came by and said robbers came by, took away what you had, and hit you in the head. My relatives came by discharged me from the hospital, took me to their home.


After a month I started writing not the same story but new cause I thought a story full of pain and failure can't even give me satisfaction. That's when I wrote "Happy days" which was the stepping stone to my career and after a number of books I now sit here in this grand show after getting an award explaining my tragic story to you. At the starting of the show, you asked me why I write happy cheerful type stories. The answer is simple, I want to see those things, feel and enjoy it rather than pondering over my grey past. 


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