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T o all those who think they need a wave of a magic wand to get better... More than often, most of us are only being a quarter best of ourselves or still worse- the worst version of ourselves. Each one of us has got the scope to improve and each one of us has the capability to become better than we are. In fact, the improvements to be made are so obvious that we know exactly what and where they are to be made but we just tend to ignore the very idea of being better because of the fear of change or of not being good enough to adapt the change.  In the first case, when we admit we are willing to improve it implies that we are not perfect currently but what we have to realize is that it's totally fine to be imperfect but what is NOT fine is to lie to yourself about being the best and to give up on improving.  Deep down, each one of us knows we can give our best. At times we know we can do better but we don't. Because somewhere deep inside, as much as we know we can make it work w...

  Chapter 1. SpaceNeeded  

Overprotective by nature and anxious by personality, I was the mother of twin daughters, for what I had known, thirty minutes and after that, it was one daughter. The healthier, fairer one. The other one wasn't affordable to cure.  One fine day,  I sat in the kids' area looking after my daughter as she made sand-castles and broke them down to rebuild and kept doing so for a while. I sat a couple of feet apart scanning my phone for emails and after I was done, the sight of her gone made me want to faint, however, I kept myself together. But couldn't help staring at the bucket full of sand and a broken castle, where a couple of seconds ago my daughter was.  I tried to call out her name but the sand made me cough. Sudden strong winds blew sand into my eyes making them water. Tears started spilling with a rapid, inevitable flow carrying physical pain and enormous anxiety. I shouted out her name on top of my lungs and ran all over the park scanning every corner of it. I didn...

Hi, I'm Kamala Venkatesh currently in an intense situation, so take that as an excuse for the poor introduction. My mouth is stuffed with more than two bowls of sweets which my mother believes brings good luck before travelling. ' Good luck'  aside, I'm positive about feeling nauseatic in my long drive, for sure.  "Kamala's father, is there space for three more bags in there? I haven't packed food for Kamala yet. The poor girl shall not need to kill her hunger in the drive or after." "Of course there is! pack five instead of three" And those, are my parents, who're presuming me to eat five handbags full of food like a hungry bear on my way to a family friend's place. I've learnt by now that a vanilla plain "no" doesn't work for refusal according to them. So after a near-violent " NO " we managed to settle for three bags of food, four bags of clothes and five bottles of cold drinks...for a one-day t...

"Two cups of coffee, please" I placed my order before I acknowledged Sean.  "Three, not two" Sean, my friend, is a total foodie too. You see, we acknowledge the waiter before the person we came to meet at restaurants. "Why three?"  He looked down slyly. I knew what that meant. "No please, not again! You cannot have patients visiting you in the middle of a meal!"  "There's an emergency, you know..." "Yeah, right" I couldn't help an eye roll. "Ryan, buddy. I'll keep it short. I'll just listen to her case and that'll be it!" That was a cliché now, but I nodded.  A tall, dark woman entered with the restless aura, she retained. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked sleepy. Her overall body language didn't mention confidence anywhere. She ran over (literally) the waiter and the plates in his hands made a memorable graffiti on the floor.  "There she is" You wouldn't need to be graduat...