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In Search of Peace

Published : Saturday, 11 January, 2025 at 12:00 AM  Count : 111
Jannatun Nayem Sneha
An October morning in the small town of Kotohira began with a soft mist hovering over the rooftops. The air smelled of damp earth and blooming chrysanthemums, and the golden rays of the sun filtered through the clouds, making the dewdrops on the leaves glisten like diamonds. The world seemed calm, but inside a cramped rented house, 16-year-old Jayan stared blankly out the window, his mind anything but peaceful.

Jayan's life had been a series of struggles. He had lost his parents in a car accident when he was only five years old. Since then, he had been living with his aunt, a strict woman who took him in out of duty, not affection. Their relationship was distant; she provided him food and shelter, but never warmth. The house was small, cold, and lonely-much like his life. At school, Jayan was an introvert, often sitting quietly in the corner of the classroom. While other boys played cricket or laughed in the canteen, he would bury his head in books, losing himself in stories that offered an escape from his harsh reality. Yet, he wasn't entirely alone. Three friends - Cornea, Kaif, and Rohan stood by him. They didn't always understand his silence, but they respected it. They gave him space while still being there when he needed them.

One cold October afternoon, Jayan chose a different way to walk home. As he walked through narrow streets, he came across an old, dusty library that looked abandoned. Inside, the air smelled of old books, and tall shelves filled with books stood quietly. As he explored, Jayan found a small, worn-out journal tucked away on a shelf. Its title, written in faded ink, "The Road to Peace." Being curious, he opened it and discovered a collection of personal reflections, lessons, and advice from someone who had once felt lost and broken, much like himself. The journal spoke of transforming pain into purpose, finding joy in creativity, and seeking connection through small acts of kindness. Each page felt like a conversation with someone who understood his struggles. 

Jayan borrowed the journal and read it every night. Slowly, it began to change him. Jayan started sketching again. It was his hobby, he had abandoned it years ago. His first drawings were simple: the October mornings he loved and the emotions he couldn't express in words. When Cornea, Kaif, and Rohan saw his sketches, they were amazed.

"Jayan, you should show these to others," Cornea said, her voice filled with admiration. 

Kaif grinned. "Yeah, these are incredible. You can't keep them hidden."

Rohan, ever the practical one, suggested, "Let's organize a small exhibition at school. We'll help you."

Encouraged by their support, Jayan unwillingly agreed. The exhibition turned out to be a success. His drawings caught the attention of teachers and students alike. Even the school principal praised his talent and offered him a scholarship to an art school after graduation. For the first time, Jayan felt like he was more than just the quiet boy with a tragic past.

Jayan didn't stop there. Inspired by the journal, he began teaching art to children at a nearby orphanage. The joy in their eyes when they created something of their own filled his heart with a warmth he had never known. The orphanage became a second home to him, a place where he felt truly connected.

On another calm October morning, Jayan stood by the same window in his rented house. The mist outside seemed less heavy, the air lighter. His aunt, though still distant, had softened toward him, occasionally asking about his day. His friends, Cornea, Kaif, and Rohan, had become his chosen family, always cheering him on. As the sunlight bathed the world in gold, Jayan held the journal close to his chest, whispering the words he had once read: "The road to peace begins when you find joy in sharing your light with others."

Tears welled up in his eyes not of sadness, but of happiness. For the first time in years, Jayan felt that his life, with all its struggles, had found meaning. The boy who once felt invisible now knew he had a place in the world. On that calm October morning, Jayan realized that peace was not a destination to be reached but a journey to be embraced with every step he took.

The writer is a student of class XI of Shamsul Hoque Khan School and College


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