By Ekta Jasan
One day, it rained heavily. As soon as the rain stopped, people went back to their routine, stepping out of their homes and moving along their usual paths. I didn't have a regular routine, but I was hungry and there was no flour left at home. I quickly got ready and went out. The streets and alleys were filled with rainwater. How unfortunate it is that rainwater, which falls from the sky, ends up mixing with the filthy drains in my neighborhood. It's as if white pearls are stuffed into the mouth of a black pig. The city looks like this. In the countryside, you understand the value of these white pearls when they fall from the sky and create new life in the fields. It's such a marvelous imagination.
Anyway, back to the road. There were two or three ways to get to the market from my home, but I chose the route that was somewhat dry from the start. As I continued along this path, I soon encountered waterlogging. I felt a surge of irritation as I realized I had to make a decision for myself. I stood there for a while, observing the dirty water. When there was no response from it, I decided that I had to make the effort to continue my journey myself. In cities, construction work is common, so it's natural to see bricks somewhere. Without wasting any time, I picked up two bricks and threw them into the black water, then two more. That was enough to create a path, and I made my way through the dirty water. Those six bricks allowed me to continue my journey, but more importantly, my resolve not to give up.
People choose their own paths, and if the path is bad, they find ways to cross it, rather than stopping there. Keep moving forward, and if you face difficulties, choose another path. There will be challenges there too, but you must keep moving forward.
By Ekta Jasan
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