The story of choices.

 

Sirius saw his father on the ventilator, breathing heavily. He kissed his father's forehead and resisted the orbiting emotions in his heart, but the gravity of grief was too heavy for a teenage boy. His tears tipping from his eyes onto his maroon-white shirt making it wet as the drizzling of rain does, when you don't have an umbrella. His umbrella was on the hospital bed. He couldn't spit a word. His father Irfan put the oxygen mask aside and grabbed his son near the pillow. Irfan with a weak sound transferred all the wisdom of his life experience only in one sentence "Be careful what you wish for.” The heart rate monitors fluctuated, and doctors asked Sirius to go outside the operation room. The bulb on the door room was green for a while and then a red sign putted end to the last hope. Sirius couldn't feel the gravity of the earth around him, he knew his umbrella had gone far away from the human chaos and now he had no roof on his head to protect him from the tropical cyclone. The chapter on his choices began from the hospital floor. The question is to what degree Sirius decisions will be responsible for his catastrophe.

A year later on the chair, Sirius was sitting, a cup of tea in his hand chattering of people around him. He was sitting in Blueberries Cafe, sipping tea, laughing, and giggling voices. It was a perfect place for those who were tired from the day and wanted relief from it. Different friend circles were talking about the day and their problems. Life is exciting yet incomprehensible, people everywhere with problems dreams, and goals. but for a moment they were escaping from everything, enjoying the tea. Outside it was still raining and bathing the fired world.

A car just passed away from the road blighting the whole spot and creating a different voice. In the car, Sirius saw a newborn kid in the hands of a woman. Is that the happiest moment in the family? The baby with no dream's goals and shit in his mind just clean as a blue sky beautiful as an angel. free of everything but soon or later he is going to be part of the world where people every day strive and struggle to survive.

It was the summer of July 2021, and Sirius watched the sun rising higher from behind the mountains from the wrap-around porch of his hostel. He likes to sit there in the early mornings, especially after studying hard all night for his exams, and let his thoughts wander without conscious direction.

Sirius liked to look at the river. He even ran around the school grounds listening to his favorite songs. It was how he relaxed, a routine he scheduled. Then he went to the hostel, drank a cup of tea, then showered. he always showered before going to college, the water washing away both dirt and stress. Afterwards he combed his hair and put on some green trousers and a sleeved creamy shirt. It felt good and clean. He was pleased that he had accomplished most of what he had wanted to do.

He hummed for a little while at first, then began to sing as came near to college. Sirius used to sing until he reached the exam hall.  He started to run the answers in his head, pushing the thoughts, and decided to solve the remaining part of the paper without worrying about it. It had worked for him for years. He knew it always did. thinking about results usually bored him.

He drank some water and composed himself and solved the paper. He smiled broadly. "I did it, no doubt about passing at good marks. This year's papers had treated me well he sighed, time to go back to the hostel and watch a movie." [he murmured] It was his routine to watch a movie after the paper. It was kind of a relief or a treat for him. The story never ends here.

Sirius followed his dreams and still hoped they would come true. His path ended a 50's era of love story that never happened. He knew people who drifted away would never come. What about those mistakes? are they also part of the pictures? His father's last words were still raising doubts in his mind. Sirius was in a dilemma of teenage. Nyra was never meant to be his lover. He was going to lose her in any way. He did what he had to do. An innocent confession. Telling her, he loves her was never a mistake but doing so like common people was a terrible decision. It's been a year and Sirius has moved on to new a life. The story is half written half unsaid.

Sirius believes that life should be lived to its fullest, combating fears and feasting with death. He can't swim through rivers, nor good at climbing mountains; heights make him feel like he will fall, and water? He fears it will engulf him in its depths. Then why does Sirius dive into rivers and trek on hills? Faith! But in what? In himself, he will not stop until he reaches the top shouts to the clouds, and crosses rivers while mocking the fish. The leap of faith grabs his hand and helps him to conquer his fears. being at rock bottom and in shallow waters is for the common and weak, living with doubts of not being good enough. But legends and their stories begin when they resist cliches and break through the dungeons of ghosts.

wondering in the wuthering heights. Sitting somewhere he knows nothing about, address error. 11 Street unknown apartment. Here he wonders about the wandering soul. He made choices. Choices came to him from time to time. He chooses to leave Nyra, chased music and left medicine. Here he stands by his oath and dreams. Should he curse his being or celebrate the joy of life? He left all the worries to fly away from him. For a thousand times, he had the same trauma to bear. The weak the fragile unfolded into the strong the wild. The wild in him grabbed his hand and let him dive into the world of chaos and struggle where the dreamer thrives and lives. disappointment is for the ones who see the troubles on the way, the pebbles on the road, and the mud in the water. the dreamer sees the water as crystal and the sky in seven spectrums of colors. look up what do you see? blue green, pink, purple cherry, and many more.