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The wrath of thunder

It was a thunder, the lemon grove by her window was facing the wrath of the rough weather. She felt bad for the tree, it couldn't run to anyone for comfort.

She had grown fearing thunders. The roaring sound sent chills down her spine. She took recluse in stuffing her ears with pillows but could that actually settle the dread she had in her heart!

When it was time for her to leave home to join a boarding school, her mother talked to her. She feared that her daughter wouldn't be able to handle the wrath of a thunder. But she was mistaken, she proved to come out strong. It was a different thing that she couldn't catch sleep on such days, that her pillow soaked all her tears but she no more needed anyone to console her, she knew she could do it alone.

It was once during the school hours when the darkened sky brought forth thunder and lightening. She was terrified. She had a window seat in the classroom and  could see vivid scenes reflected through glass panes. The teacher saw her shudder and asked her to not block her ears but instead to listen to the roaring sound which he liked to put it as music. She couldn't actually appreciate the sound of thunder but for the first time she could listen to the sound without blocking her ears. This incident stayed with her for long, she had got the message. She couldn't actually run away from her fears. The only solution that she had was to confront them. Till today, she shudders whenever she sees a flash of lightning but she knows, if not to overcome, she has learnt to deal with it.

We mayn't always win but that doesn't mean we haven't been in the race. It depends on which thing we want to prioritize, whether the winning part or being in the race. For her, winning was never the priority, it still isn't. She is more than happy on being able to be there bold and unwavering. Thunders would keep on scaring her but she would keep on fighting the dread!

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