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Racing with Time
My dear grandma, who overwhelmed me with the utmost passion, passed away when I was still a pupil in an elementary school. During that stark period of time, I couldn't extricate myself from the grief, but, when school was over everyday, ran circuit after circuit around the playground, until I was much exhausted and precipitate to the grass, heartbreakingly weeping.
These distressing days, at times, haunted for long, yet my parents had no way out to soothe me. They were quite aware that it was so much better to tell me the reality, Grandma's permanent leave, rather than wangling me to believe she was just in deep sleep.
"What is permanent leave?" I asked.
"Everything occurs with time will never return. Your past is ever the past, which you cannot revisit. I was once in your age, but I can never go back to my childhood as you are in now. One day in the future, you will grow up and become so aged as Grandma was. And when your time is over, you will go to your ultimate eternity." Dad answered.
Dad somewhat gave me a riddle, which is much more horrified than "Calendar, hung on the wall, is torn by one page as each day goes by, making me fidgety", and the proverb of "Each second merits an ounce of gold", both of which were printed on my textbook, and much more complicated and obscure than "Time is flying away at a formidable lightning speed", often found in our writing exercise books.
Time travels so quickly that my green brain was immerged in fuss and melancholy. One afternoon, on my way back home from school, at the sight of the impending sunset, I was determined to rush home prior to the sun entirely went down. Then I desperately made a dash for my home, and when I finally was present in our courtyard, out of breath, the sun still kept half its face emerging above the skyline, exciting me to leap and
bound-I won the sun in the race that day! Since then, I often enjoyed such games, racing with the sun and the wind, finishing all the homework, which should take me the whole summer vacation, in only ten days, and even reveling in doing my elder brother's homework, assigned for those in Grade 5, when I was still in Grade 3.
I was too overjoyed to be described every time I won the race.
What I can enlighten my kid in the future is that you can be positively victorious if you keep on racing with time.
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