The power of hope

               Away from all worries, all tensions, the hectic schedule and all we know about the bad world, I was lifted to fairy land-one that resembled in Walt Disney’s animation .There was fog everywhere, all that I could see was white light scattered that reflected purity. It was a pleasant world-just as God had created for Adam and Eve. I wore a white robe very wavy and frilly as if I am a fairy! There was a soothing music that played in the background. As the music grew loud and intense, I could see myself climbing marble steps that illuminated as I put my foot on it. Everything was peaceful, pleasant as if watching with rose-tinted glasses!
               Suddenly I heard a loud cry-a cry that reflected pain, agony, tragedy to its fullest. I peeped down. I saw a blue globe and in one remote corner was a crying girl in tattered clothes. She was miserable! What could have happened that the child was so much in despair, I wondered. I turned around and what caught my eyes was something dreadful, unbelievable, my neck throttled, I couldn’t breathe and became numb. The Taj was on fire, burning to ruins. The massive emporium was burning like a piece of charcoal! “Who are you?” said the little girl in a stunning voice. I got back my conscious and controlled my overwhelming emotions. I turned back to the girl. Her innocent eyes had many questions that shimmered in her tears. “I am Hope” I said, trying to console her. (Hope-the word itself heals your heart, a silver lining in the dark cloud.)
                 I wanted to take the girl away from this misery as soon as possible. I took the girl in Enid Blyton’s magic chair and swooped through the clouds of smoke. As we rose higher and higher, situation turned much better and pleasant. Her tears wore out and she flashed a million dollar smile. Truly, I don’t think happiness could be better defined otherwise. Suddenly I received a jerk. The chair started fluctuating as if we had been struck by an earthquake. The wings of the flying chair grew weak and its feathers started shattering. I held the girl tight. I tried all my magical powers to the ultimate extent but the condition was uncontrollable that worsened with every passing second. We didn’t want to go back to miseries. I was feeling helpless, anxious, didn’t know what to do. On the contrary, the little girl was calm, quite. I couldn’t understand how the tiny tot would be facing this trauma. Understanding my curiosity, she held my hand and said,” I don’t need to get afraid or worried because I have nothing, but ‘Hope’-a hope that everything will be fine!”