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Ways to avoid the Grief Forest

How do you avoid the grief forest?  The dark, pine filled, thorny bushed, vile paths. How do you walk in without getting your skin bruised, toe-stubbed, sometimes a tooth knocked out by the mysterious grief monsters? Maybe don't take the path at all. Go around it, its a longer route, but you'll avoid the wretched grief forest. Or like many, get through the good alternative - the valley of substance. You can sleep your way to the other side. You poke your head into the valley of substance and your mind goes to sleep. Sure, it ruins your body. But its the only way to avoid the darker alleys of the grief forest. Or find a way to fly over or dig under, to the other side. But beware, the wanderers who avoids the grief forest! It follows you - like a walking, breathing monster. When you least expect it, it engulfs you. "Feel me" - it yells into your ears. Sometimes, when you look back, it no longer follows. It would look like it backed away from you. You'd sigh of relie...
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The Bet


There was this long line of girls. Standing, talking to each other. School re-opened after 2 months and there was much catching up to do! I stood behind one of my closest friends, and she looked over.

"How have you been? What did you do for two months?"- she asked.

I bored her with the daily routines and sleep schedule of a 14-year-old.


"What about you?" - I asked. 

She told me how she went with her father to his company most days, and how hard she worked alongside him. By the end of the week, he'd give her a small amount of money. 

"That was my first salary, and it felt amazing to earn your own money" - I saw her face beaming with pride "I bought Chocolates for me and my sister with it".

"You know what, I'm gonna start my own business one day. I am going to earn millions, just you wait. I will be so successful, they're gonna make me a wax figure, just you wait" - she laughed, her usual boyish laughter blending in with the noises of the crowd. 

"Not before me, I'm going to be successful and have my own wax figure too. And I'll do it first" - My competitive spirit wouldn't let her have all the wonderful dreams.

"Oh really? Let's bet on it! Let's bet 50 rupees and see for ourselves. How about it? " - she asked

"Bring it on. 50 Rupees it is" - we shook hands and stood in the assembly line for a little while longer, smiling.

I saw her; 4 years later.

All dolled up, cameras on her pretty face. She wore red, her favorite color. She was smiling; a smile I didn't recognize.

I went up to the stage, hugged her, and wished her a Happy Married Life.

"So what business would you start?" I asked, fully knowing her reply.

"He doesn't want me to work. He says I can stay home and look after our kids," she said.

I remember the girl with the loud laughter, the fastest runner in my class, getting ready to go inside her soundproof cage.

"That sounds like a lovely life"- I lied, I didn't look into her eyes, "Take care, Jasmine"

I walked away, fighting the urge to look back at her.

I didn't remind her of our bet.

50 Rs for Me, a lifetime of dreams for her!





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