A RAY OF HOPE OLD HABITS DIE HARD

She looked out of her window, the bean of sunlight was spreading across. The glory of the rising sun basked everything in its golden light leaving the reminiscence of the serene beauty. The Sun never fails to rise, "Old Habits Die Hard". Habits make our life, either move us with the time or make the time move us in the best possible way.

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"You and I always rise together" she spoke to the golden ball rising steadily.

She sat at her table thinking of everything to be done and wrote it in her diary. The list had many ordinary things besides extraordinary.

It was 7.00 A.M. time for her special program on the radio filled with beautiful Melodies by her favorite anchor Akash.

She was in love with his voice and without a miss heard his program every day. As it ended, she wrote a little message.

Dear Tum Thank you for making my day with your cheerful voice and Golden Melodies. Sitara.

She never saw him but without a miss sent him a like and a message after his program. Akash saw the message and smiled wondering who is this maiden who never skipped a day to inspire him to give his best. He wanted to see her, meet her somehow but how that was the million-dollar question. He had never seen her before the only thing to connect them was these uninterrupted messages.

"How will I meet her" he mused.

Where there is will there is always a way. He never thought that his life had a twist.

"Akash we are planning for a live show for New Year's Eve. Make it very special", said Mr. Deepan the show organizer.