Book was closed but a page was open....(PART-1)

 

An town & a old house I visited , as I entered in a room something caught my eyes on it . There was a book on the desk but the strange thing about it was that it was closed but a page was open. With a curiosity to know what it was, I rushed towards the desk , took the book , it's name was 'what really life is all about' & took that page out & started reading it had a small title on the top which was 'IT'S MY LIFE' further story written in page was ' As a first kid of my family when I was born , I got love & care from my family  & everything which I wanted to have as a child,from starting when my  schooling years started  I was an bright student in studies also good in sports, good friends & had everything which a small kid desires.

At that time my life was so simple& easy & always contended, As I acquired the capacity of thinking what life  what are dreams I always wanted my every years story to have a perfect ends if not perfect then it should have a good ends , at some point of life everything went perfect &I was growing up with happiness & life went through like  a smooth way of my wishes ,without knowing something was waiting for me every page of life was filling with happiness & moments to cherish & till then my every Years story had a perfect end , sometimes even I got things over my expectations & as a kid I used to think life Is moving so slow , I watch it go by look out the window on my bus ride , life was so easy that I was never being struggled for anything but Everything never remains as same & there was something different waiting  outside the door which later came in front  of me door & that leaved me  broken into pieces for a longtime 

An after few year a  time of dark phase raised where I was full of disappointment , I saw breaking of relations, fight with my thoughts  ,Losing self belief & a dark side of myself &  the dark past chasing me in  everyday story's .This was extraordinary  which was happening which as a kid I never expected to happened this time was  difficult to be handled by as a teenager & left with me with lifelong scars & when I lost trust on people I started making distance wall from others , kept  secrets so that no one again broke's me & no one would know how was my life going .In  a way my life & me got twisted& in my room of life the light of happiness from candle ceased to burn again all left was darkness only  in my room 

As my everyday story's were filled with sadness, problems &  days ended with questions what will happen tomorrow? & Is it time for me to give up ? & Passing from the roads like a lost ghost who was never seen by anyone nor anyone would know what are his regrets were.fighting with such situations for long time one day when I lost everything find myself in burden of negativity & darkness of past I took a moment to see again my smiling picture  on wall & remembered about how my life was & in a moment of silence finally I took a deep breath & took  the decision, I wrote & kept a letter for my family on the bed & I......

With this words the page ended & with fear & sadness I thought what happened further for another clues I turned page back but nothing could be found but suddenly my focus gone towards the book in which this page found & I rushed again took the book & while checking pages of book suddenly something felt on the floor. It was a small note ,I started reading the words were,

"EVERY STORY OR PAGE DOESN'T NEED TO Be PERFECT OR COMPLETED SOMETIMES IT JUST NEED'S TO BE EMPTY"

Down the page a name was written called N.C.ALLYSON, I got the clue that it could be Allyson's story , &  a silence in my thoughts after reading the note I could feel the pain, I thought about again what decision did Allyson took in the end the mystery could be solved later with more clues but Allyson's note left me with question that 

Did we really need to expect our story's & life pages to be perfect or completed &  I thought at which point did I left my life story & pages to be Empty?

(An fictional story , name used & story is mostly  based on fictitious thoughts )