Story #39: How To Restore Your Faith In Love (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I’ve always wanted to teach underprivileged kids. Their smiles have an unexplained magic in them. I found this to be a very inspiring idea since childhood. Unfortunately, I could never find an NGO that was good enough until one of my friends shared a message from an NGO she was part of. I really liked the idea and instantly filled the online form to join. Fast forward a month, I finally decided to go and teach. 

My first day was nothing short of amazing. I started teaching a very young boy who seemed pretty sincere. One hour into teaching, and random little kids start running here and there. One girl comes from behind, puts her palm around my eyes and says guess who. I didn’t know anybody’s names. I had met them for the first time. Yet they felt safe and comfortable enough to play with me. Kids would come and hug me from behind while I was teaching that little kid. They would play small games with me. I clicked some funny pictures with the kids and another volunteer too with the kids showering soo much love on me. I really couldn’t believe it. I have never felt this loved from complete strangers. I instantly fell in love with all of them. 

When I returned home, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking how kids can love so easily. How they are not afraid to love people. Until recently, I was the same. I have lots of love to give and I didn’t mind giving it to all my friends without filters. But due to some negative experiences, I realized one should not do that. Maybe I became too afraid to love again. So this was so shocking for me- how they could love, and express it so easily, without any worry about how the person on the other end is going to feel about it! I had become really bitter and I feel that small incident restored my faith in loving. 


Sometimes our own life experiences condition us into believing things that would otherwise seem absurd had we considered another perspective. We grow onto these beliefs, and mistake them for facts. Beliefs like no one can be trusted or one will never find love. But when we come across instances that no less than throw the truth in our face, or simply, another alternative to our beliefs, it feels like revelation; like an epiphany. 

I think that no matter what we do in our lives, we have to bear the consequences of our actions, good or bad. So nobility brings you back goodness, like in this story. 

This is not a chapter out of a philosophy book; just the things I feel, and this story resonates with a lot of my own philosophy!

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Any opinions, comments or ideas that you may want to put forward to the writer of this story can be mailed to me at ratti.priya5@gmail.com. Positive feedback and constructive criticism are more than welcome. 

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

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Clueless

Hello there;

This is just a post to show my gratitude to all of you for reading what I write. I told my mom i had 70 followers (finally) and she said WHO EVEN READS YOUR POSTS but whoever out there has taken the time to read my posts and press ‘like’,
THANK YOU!

As thankful as I am, there is another thing that I should put forward to whoever is reading this.

Right now I’m at a juncture in my life where two roads are diverging in front of me, and I am standing on the fork, completely clueless on which path to take. Help me.

Writing has always been special for me, and it gives me a lot of happiness and satisfaction. I’ve had my mom read my poems, and even some friends, and I’m looking for some honest opinion on my blog/writing. People who know me have appreciated me and I’m grateful for that, but then the familiarity bias sets in and I doubt if the judgment was true or a façade to make me happy.

If even one or two out of you all, people who don’t know me at all read my stuff and critique- positive, negative, one word or in a paragraph, IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. Because right now I really need to know whether what I’m doing is worthwhile or not.

It makes me happy, and I am content with what I write, but just a few words, an opinion; it would really boost up my confidence and validate my belief on what I want to do.

So if you scroll by my posts- today, tomorrow, whenever, and like/don’t like something, let me know; comment below.

I want to be a writer;

& if possible, and with your help, I want to be a better writer than this.

Yours truly.