The 13-year-old girl was home alone on a balmy afternoon. She was back from school, and her mother had to step out to buy some fresh vegetables. She was fine with that. She was just going to sit and read a book. As it is, she hated putting down murder mysteries. She was reluctant to stop reading at a riveting juncture the previous night. A cat and mouse chase was on between the heroine and the killer. The killer who seemed to be a step ahead of her, but she somehow managed to escape every single time. Add to that the suspense that was building around her best friend who she seemed to be falling for but who was non-committal this far.
Suddenly, she was snapped out of her reverie by a noise. She was pretty sure that her mother was not yet back, and no one else was expected for some time. She brushed it aside and went back to the book. No, there was that sound again. Something had fallen. She stepped out of her tiny room, and her eyes immediately went to the kitchen counter. She saw that a couple of jars had fallen out. Muttering, she went ahead to put them back and then a piercing cry escaped her mouth when she saw him. He was large with bloodshot eyes, and he pounced on her. She ran out letting out a bloodcurling scream. She found her feet and quickly trapped him inside the kitchen, as she locked the door from outside.
She was praying that her mother would return soon when she heard the key turn in the lock. Her mother was just entering with a brimming vegetable basket. Seeing her stricken expression, the mother rushed to her. She told her what had transpired. Her mother gave her a big smile and an exasperated look. She then looked about and found a big rod. Together they opened the kitchen door while she crouched behind her mother. Mother just rushed in and chased him as he hid behind the gas cylinder. Within a few minutes and with some firm hits with the rod, he was dead – the big black rat. The young girl was me. I had a big fear of rats and reptiles.
Then mother made me take the carcass of the dead rat in a plastic cover to throw in the bin. She asked me to stare at his tiny form for a minute. And then she told me that the next time it will be my turn to kill it. I pleaded with her to no avail. A few days later it was my turn. I was mortified. My legs froze; my heart beat crazily, but my mother would not relent. I risked fainting and having a heart attack, but I had to do it. So armed with a broom and a spray, I launched myself at the vicious intruder. And I succeeded in annihilating it. Yes, I faced my fear that day. Never again have I feared that crazy intruder again.
That is how I got rid of the biggest fear of my life. I still squirm around rats but I don’t fear them anyone. I can also expertly demolish cockroaches. As a matter of fact, I don’t fear reptiles either though I find them icky.
Do you also have fear of wriggly creatures? What fears have you conquered?
Watch this interesting film from MountainDew that will inspire you to conquer all fears! Kyunki darr ke aage jeet hai!
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