Hello dear readers, 🌸
I hope you’re doing well and embracing life’s little ups and downs with courage. I’m back again with another piece of writing that I’ve poured my heart into. You know, every corner has a story, every silence hides a voice and sometimes the most unexpected places hold the most powerful journeys. So today, I invite you to walk with me through this story - no spoilers, no hints, just a path that may surprise you in its own way. Let’s begin…
“What if another version of you was already living the life you only dream of?”
The morning sun was rising, a faint glow seeped through the thin curtains - painting the walls in soft peachy orange. But her room was heavy with silence, except for the sound of the ceiling fan that pushed warm air around. The faint glow slipping through the curtains made the mess of her desk look harsher- bundle of books, a pile of old resumes and notes. Kim lay awake and staring at the ceiling, her phone lay silent on the bedside table, waiting the alarm to break the silence. Her eyes half-closed, caught between the comfort of sleep and the weight of a day she knew could change everything.
The alarm rang at 6:00 am. The alarm finally screamed. With a sigh, she dragged herself out of bed, her body heavy as if weighed down by her own thoughts, staring at the folder of certificates lying on her desk. Another interview. Another attempt. Another chance to prove she wasn’t as much of a disappointment as she felt.
She freshens up and quickly reached for the ironed kurta she had laid out last night, the one she hoped looked “professional enough”. She dressed in and tied her hair neatly. No makeup except just a little touch to cover the tiredness in her face. As she buttoned her kurta, she heard her mother’s voice from the kitchen. Reminding her to eat something but she couldn’t eat. Though she grabbed a piece of bread anyway, chewing without tasting. Every second felt like it was rushing her out of the door. By 7:15, she left the house with her folder clutched to her chest. The bus stop was crowded, full of students laughing, office-goers scrolling through their phone, shopkeepers opening shutters. She boarded a bus, found a corner seat and rested her forehead against the glass, watching the world move by - students in neat uniforms, office-goers hurrying with purpose and the chatter of birds mixing with the hum of traffic.
Her chest tightened. She whispered softly,” If there’s a parallel world…I wish at least there, I’m successful and happy”. She sees her reflection in the window - tired, nervous and lost.
And somewhere, in a world of imagination, her wish lived. Other world, a complete parallel.
The other world
The morning starts with beautiful glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains and soft music playing in the background. She woke in a penthouse overlooking in the city skyline, stretching against silk sheets.
Her phone buzzed with reminders:
- Vogue interview at 10
- Flight to Paris at 5
- New campaign meeting tomorrow
Instead of dreading the day, she smiled. For her schedule wasn’t a burden it was her EMPIRE of success.
She walked towards her walk in closet - a dazzling rainbow of gowns, tailored suits and from expensive brand jewelers to clothes. She ran her fingers over them, finally picking one without hesitation. Breakfast waited on the marble table- a perfectly blended smoothie, a bowl of fruit and a note from her assistant: “Don’t forget your big shoot, the car is waiting downstairs”.
The world here adored her. As her black luxury car glided down the smooth expressway, billboards flashed her face - Kim Deka: Diva of the year. Paparazzi camera clicked when she stepped out, fans waved. Everyone listened when she spoke, designers admired her taste. Journalists quoted her words, “She wasn’t invisible here. She wasn’t just another applicant”. She was magnetic. Desired. Celebrated.
No one asked about her career gap. No one sighed at her presence. No one doubted her worth.
The Two Kims
In one world, Kim sat on a bus, hands trembling around her folder and praying not to stutter in the interview. In the other, Kim the Diva adjusted her branded clothes and jewels as she walked in the red carpet, cameras flashing in her direction.
Back in the interview hall. Kim sat nervously outside waiting for her turn, clutching her folder. Around her, other candidates scrolled on their phones, polished shoes gleaming, resumes stacked neatly. Her palms got sweaty. She whispered to herself, “Please, just this once..” She was finally called and sat across a panel of three serious faces. They skimmed her resume, they realized her career gap. One interviewer asked flatly, “What did you do in those years?” She was so nervous. Her throat dried up and words tangled on her tongue, “ I… I was…trying…applying..”
The panel exchanged impatient glances. The silence was like a rope tightening around her. She forced a smile and continued giving her interview. By the time she walked out, she already knew the answer. Another rejection.
She sat on the bus home, eyes burning, wishing harder than ever: “if there is another me, please tell me she is not suffering like this”.
Meanwhile, in Paris, the Diva Kim stepped out of a luxury gala. Cameras blinded her, fans screamed her name but in the glitter there was something inside - a silence of suffocation. She was happy but not at peace. Her assistant revised her schedules - Back to back interviews, fitting at 6 morning and brand dinner at night. The diva’s smile faltered. Her phone buzzed with notifications. She wanted to switch it off, but couldn’t. It felt like she was trapped in her own success.
As the car moved past the glittering Eiffel Tower, she pressed her forehead to the glass window and for the first time in years, she whispered, “If there is another me…I hope she is living her normal life and staying with her family and standing by her side. Hope she is happy”.
The Meeting
At that moment, the bus window rippled like water. The car window shimmered the same way. Both Kims leaned closer and, instead of their own reflections, saw each other.
Kim - hair tied back, folder clutched.
Diva Kim - jeweled, confident, yet eyes weary.
When they saw each, both gasped as the worlds folded into one endless white space.
There was silence between them, Kim looked at the Diva Kim who looked like her but still was different. She said to her,” You look like a fairy: bold and confident. Everything I wished to be. No worries about money, no disappointments. Not like me - always failing, always letting people down.”
The diva Kim snapped back, “You wished for this? from outside it might look all glitter but to be honest I haven’t slept properly in months. I haven’t seen my family in months. I smile when I don’t want to and everyone takes a piece of me. I am not free either. At least you are free and can express yourself openly and I can’t".
Kim shouted and tears rolled down her cheeks, “But…you’re happy. You are successful. (Pause) Aren’t you?” Look at me, struggling and disappointment…everyday feels like a survival game to me. Diva Kim's eyes softened, “Don’t know… I am just….further down the road. But after meeting you whether it’s a miracle or a sign to us. But deep down it made feel something looking at you to tell. Miss Kim of other world, I’m still you. I carry your pain, your rejections and your fear. Without them, I wouldn’t exist. So, yes I am happy but not in peace, we are different but still the same”.
There was silence for a moment. Then both realized something at once: they weren’t enemies; they were halves of a whole. Both stepped closer to each other and whispered together, “Maybe, we need each other”. They touched hands and the world around them blazed with light.
Beginning
Kim woke in her room. The alarm buzzed but she didn’t feel the same exhaustion. Her failure still stung, her parents expectations still pressed heavy but she realized something felt different: something new. She sat on her desk and opened her notebook but when she flipped the first page, her breath caught.
There was written something
Not in her handwriting
A line in bold, shimmering ink:
“Keep going. Miss Kim I’m waiting for you. All the best".
That’s when Kim realized she wasn’t dreaming she saw the other Kim the Diva : smiling softly before fading back into glass. She closed her eyes, smiled through tears and whispered, “Then wait for me. I’m coming”.
With that, she picked her pen and wrote in bold letter: “BEGIN” A New beginning of hope and belief, until she reaches her goal.
Well this story shows sometimes, we live with two versions of ourselves-the one that struggles and the one we wish to become. We compare, we imagine and break ourselves in the process. But both sides are us. The failures, the sleepless nights, the disappointments, they aren’t proof of weakness. They are the soil where strength quietly grows. And the dreams, the successes, the glittering version of ourselves. They are glimpses of what we can be, if we don’t stop moving forward.
The truth is, the girl who’s struggling and the girl who’s a star are not opposite. They are parallel reflections: different timelines of the same soul. And one day, If we keep going, those two selves will merge.
Don't you think? That’s the beauty of life; we are already living our parallel world in our dreams and imagination. We just need the courage to walk until they merge.
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