- ONE DAY
It’s all started with a sticky note.
My name is Ammy and I love reading books,I am now an article writer and this is story when I was 21 year old,when I was in Medical college.So as a medical student all I’m doing is study,read and practice also it includes observation and alot more.I love to study psychology not as a subject but to study the personalities because I like to scratch people’s life and past.I often do get attach easily by discussing and solving the problems of what’s bothering them but deep down I want to be cardiothoracic surgeon.
It’s about 5 years ago when for the first time I travelled to another all alone.My father has three daughters and I’m the middle child,most closest of all.My father always wanted me to be doctor and I was too passionate about it.He sent me to another country because I got admission there.Let me share one thing,I was the girl who had never been out alone ever before and I had zero ability to even ask for pen.It was so tough for me.My father pushed me out and somehow encouraged me to join the medical academy.
He said “you’ve been chasing and passionate,desired for it so long you should join now.We are here to support you I know it’ll not be easy and you can see all your relatives are against of your admission somewhere abroad,show them you are my daughter and be back safe with a label of doctor and wearing white coat with some beautiful colour combo stethoscope”
These words of father made me feel so much stronger enough then he further added that I am sending you there with lots of strength,its not easy to be parent and sending you daughter far from yourself but for the sake of your future I’ve taken this decision.I want you name to on the list of top of world’s best doctors.
He said “ I want one promise from you when you become doctor you will see atleast 10 patients free of cost per day,that’s the only thing I want from you”
I promised him and hugged him so tight.We were both crying,I took a deep breath and managed to say goodbye to all family members.
Taxi is outside,my younger sister said.
I took my bags and went for airport..
I met so many students there,they were all confuse crying and innocent faces.Every parent was crying and hugging there child like its the last time they are meeting them.
I was sitting on the chair waiting for my turn to boarding when I saw a guy writing something on sticky notes.The guy was white checked shirt with black pant,holding a pen in his hand.He was wearing glasses and inside the glasses there were some tears of leaving home.I observed him 15 mins and he was not looking anyone just writing something with teary eyes.I patiently reached him to ask if he’s okay…I took my camera and phone with me,sat on the chair beside him.I sat quietly for 2 mins but the boy isn’t responding,just writing something.I finally decided to ask him so I took a deep breath and asked him “what is your name,where are you from??..The boy finally looked up,his face was getting red and the whole face was moisturising due to crying for so long.His body started shivering while answering “Joshua,I’m from Islamabad..I replied Nice to meet you Joshua..I again asked him if he needs water and he replied he’s okay.I sat there staring at what he was writing on the sticky notes and after sometime because my gut can’t resist without asking so I asked him Hey “What are you writing”…He replied I do write some beautiful quotes and words and share it with them whom I like the most..They might be strangers with beautiful memories..He further said we all are like sticky notepad when we are together we are having to much inside us but after some years one by one we become strangers with some memories,words and quotes that were beautiful before and after but it get limited when we are alone.Likes these pages some gets discoloured,old and some get protected if someone chooses to protect them and some pages we will never know where it went.Same goes of human beings when we are together we have so much inside us but when are alone,we become strangers to the persons we even love so much..By saying these words he started writing again.
My boarding announcement started…While I was putting my bag on the cart I saw a yellow coloured sticky note on my bag..I picked it up and the note said
“YOU ARE STRONG,BEST OF LUCK FOR LIFE AND LOOK WE ARE STRANGERS WITH SOME BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES..THIS IS LIFE”
I rushed back in search of him but I never found him.Its been five year but I still search for that stranger. Sometimes people we met for minutes gave us memories for life.That sticky note is till now with me protected and loved because it was from the most beautiful stranger.
