A Story From Heart

[A very long long time ago, there lived a girl. She was not in the mood of doing anything. That was the most tiring day of her life. The only thing she could do was loll on her bed dreaming of ice-creams. Out of the blue, a sudden desire to write a story came to her. Overwhelming happiness swallowed her at the thought of a delightful day. As soon as a smile crept on her creased face it vanished. The problem was she knew nothing about stories. The hindrance of a problem was hell bound on ruining her day. Believing her magnificent brain she decided to write from her heart.]

Protruding from the darkness and heading towards the civilization, a ghost came to terrorize the whole country. ( Oh! sorry village) On his entrance the breeze intensifies, the clouds hide the moon away, the flowers fold their petals, the owls start hooting, vibes of terror surround the sky, and 'the humans' they don't give two flying figs about him. The ghost who is also the soul of an ant faces a lot of difficulties due to the abovementioned environmental conditions. Although he is small he has power, less than an ant. Pathetic, right? He has set out on his daily voyage of searching for food. Not for himself. Souls don't need food. He does the difficult task of collecting human's leftover food to offer his Lord. His lord is the real fear for the village. He has the tendency to spread diseases and annoy the life out of people. You guessed it right, he is a fly. The ant's lifetime dream was to fly like a fly. He sacrificed his queen to God for wings but his dreams remained unheard by god. He committed suicide after being in 10 years of depression. But God didn't show any pity on him. They refused to waste their precious time on the infinitesimal ant. After death, he started worshipping the flies in hope that one day some fly will donate their wings to him.

[She was very proud of her work. Hence she didn't want the story to end yet. Her tired brain was not able to form any decent ideas. She helped her sleepy head with a cup of coffee. ['Coffee power' can solve a lot of day-to-day issues]. An idea struck her like a lightning bolt. The story was lacking some adventure so she decided to add another character.]

The flies happily accepted the offering without considering the wing deal. Since he was a ghost he was invisible to the flies. It took some time for the ant to sink in this information. He was heartbroken and sad as years of his work went down the drain. He considered committing suicide again but he was already dead. The only way to gain moksha was to ask some other soul to kill him. This time he went on an adventurous voyage to get himself killed. A gale consumed him and threw him in a completely strange place. He began walking towards the unknown. As the wind and dust were blowing with great intensity, which was a common occurrence because of his presence, he was not able to see a thing. He collided with something and stumbled. The storm cleared to give him the view of a fox standing in all his mightiness. The transparent fox's ghost was searching for something in the river. The ant asked him to end his life, the fox didn't respond. He went down on his knees and offered him to take his life, the fox remained unfazed. He begged and started crying at the fox's feet. An itching foot distracted the fox from the glorious view of his reflection. He glanced at his foot to see an ant murmuring something. He was not able to understand what the ant was saying. Even humans know that ants and foxes speak different languages. Shrugging he crushed the ant under his foot and went back to stare at his handsome face. The ant got what he wanted thus giving him a happy ending. 

[After writing such a sentimental story her heart began to ache. She swore on her life to never write from her heart again. She couldn't stop thinking about the ant's fate. A walk was the best thing she could think of to lighten her mood. Still pitying the ant and on the verge of crying, she went down the stairs, missed a step, and slipped. Now the girl's soul roams in her house thinking about the ant. Sometimes children hear her crying over the death of our beloved ant.]