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that Life is a gift...

Those who have a life, always wonder what would happen if everything ends unexpectedly. Years ago, Jeanie used to wonder if she could have another story. A one thrilling and unexpected. 

Jeanie dreamed it this way - 

She always wants to die, not because she does not love her life but she loves death more. She was in love with death, as someone falls in love with the Blue Poison. One day she gets to know she is going to die soon.  She is happy beyond limits. But at the same time she begins to feel restless. How she would spend her last days? What she would do? There were plenty of things to do. Those she had planned to do when something happens like this. Well, she makes a plan. She will spend her last days, making moments. 

Jeanie quits her job. Packs her stuff. Locks her house. And goes out. No plans. She just goes out, any street , any city, any place ... She behaves crazy at times but tries never to lose the touch with her aim - making moments. She makes friends with strangers, listens to old ladies, plays with lonely kids, offers her help, shares her food, brings a smile on tensed faces, spread the only message - Live to Love and Love to Live. 
But all the while, she was preparing to die. 

One day on one of her freaky odd jobs, she meets a guy. They both fall in love with each other. But before he could know anything about her, she moves on leaving him behind. Although she leaves a note behind - " I love you. But I am selfish enough, for the reasons you would probably never know. I love you, and there is some beauty in loving someone forever whom you could only get back to in memories.
Remember me. Yours, forever! " 

Jeanie dies. Nobody actually cries on her death. No one actually ever gets to know if she lives or died. But people who came in touch with her, cherish her memories... and that's what she always wanted - to make the moments.
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While this dream still plays on a projector of her unconscious mind. Jeanie realized one thing later on. She could love her life as much as she loves the death. Both have their Perfect Timings. So why not, make the moments for as long as she lives? Might be difficult, but that's the challenge, and that's the another face of beauty. 

Jeanie realized that Life is a Gift given by a Stranger. And you never destroy a gift, you use it fully, till its last thread has remained unbroken. You be grateful for a gift, you never curse it or the giver. The beauty of the gift called life is that it is given by a Mysterious Stranger. You only give gifts to those you love, isn't it? So, the Mysterious Stranger is in love with you, has immense faith in you and believes you would make best of it. And you know what, how he gave it to you? You have forgotten it see. One day, he left it on your door. It was signed by these words : " To, my favorite Angel, ....
                       From,  A Stranger. "
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