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She was a girl
who loved adventures. She enjoyed hiking. She savoured the thrill of cliff
jumping. All these risky things gave her peace and pleasure. It was unlike
anything else. That day was another addition to her list of adventurous things.
She was going to sky dive! As she was in the plane, along with two other nervous
people, she felt relaxed. Usually, this is the time where everyone freaks out.
Instead, she was enjoying the adrenaline rush at its best. There was a giddy
feeling in her stomach. Her heart was racing wildly. Her face adorned with a
joyous smile. And her mind was set for some fresh air. Or, a lot of fresh air.
The time came. She was by the open door of the plane, in position to experience
the best dive of her life. She jumped. There was no guarantee whether she'd
live or die. But, at that moment, nothing mattered. All she knew was that she
was flying. She had achieved her 7-year-old self's dream of flying. It didn't
feel like falling at all. It was a whole different feeling. There was the sound
of high volume of wind. There was a breath-taking view beneath her. There was
nothing going on in her mind. That state was worry-less like a child's. She
felt calm and peaceful as if she was meditating. It was surreal. After the
first few moments of disbelief, she finally cried out loud with joy. She went
from smiling to crying to shouting back and forth. It was much more than what
she had imagined. So much more. In that moment, she was just a girl flying
through the sky being happy and full of life. That moment her tensions were
down in the city. Only her radiant and ecstatic parts were with her witnessing
a sublime miracle. At that moment, she had conquered herself.
(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)
