“Do you know, I wish to be like you, Sir????” I uttered the words with a shivering cry.
He shifted his gaze from the book to me and the first time I felt the glimpse of a smile on his face. I am standing here for hours and he is sitting on the chair just reading the book. Also, I don’t dare to call him because he indulged in reading. I never see someone deeply committed to reading.
My nerves are telling me to end this meeting, but my heart is pounding, protesting hard to convey something. At last, I broke the shackles and delivered the words. These are the most sincere words from my mouth which establish the most outstanding reaction. Now my role model is looking towards me.
“Why like me, Gentleman???? Tis many authors in the world…”
Now it’s my time to grin. “Yes, there are many authors in the world, but no one like you.”
The scoff appeared on his face. He softened down the book. Now entire attention of his is towards me.
I go back to the defensive mode, “I am telling you a truth sir if we say the name ‘Shakespeare,’ everyone in the world knows that we are talking about the brilliant author. Even in my country where you will seldom find literature lovers, everybody knows about Shakespeare Plays, Shakespeare Quotes and they often use your quote in everyday sentences…“
I stopped to get the reaction, but he is just remaining on the chair. His hands on his lap with the book, his empty look is very difficult to decipher what he is thinking. Maybe he wants me to proceed, I thought, and I started again.
“I am inspired by your quote in Julius Caesar, ‘Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.’
I got hysterical because my guide was in front of me. I am blurting out sentences in a dash because I am frightened he will vanish again. He appeared briefly before and I was just gawking at him, but this time I initiated the conversation with him. I don’t want to waste this encounter.
“Oh, man, this is the awesome quote and yeah one more in the Romeo and Juliet, ‘Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.’”
I paused again and this time he blessed me with the words, “Have you had heard?? The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief.”
“Yeah… Yes… Sir… It is from Othello. Everyone loves Shakespeare’s quotes. You are remarkable. I crave to be wonderful like you but you know, I don’t know the path.”
“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. Which one are you????”
His words compelled me to think…. There is no doubt that I was not born great. I never achieved greatness too, and no one in my life can thrust greatness upon me.
The feeling of sadness covers me. I cannot be great because I was not born great, and I don’t know the path to become great and no one here to help me.
“Look it not like this, you have the absolute option.”
I repeated with amazement, thinking, is he reading my thoughts??? Oh my God, he can read my thoughts… I am looking towards Shakespeare, the greatest Author of all time. The one everyone recognizes him even after centuries. In the literature, you will see Shakespeare’s book at the top. In the movies, you will witness Shakespeare’s play plots. Creator of many great tales and Guru of millions in literature. He achieved nobility and I am in the hope he will tell me the path of nobility.
He stands up and budges towards me. The greatest writer in the world brings the lip closest to my ear. I leaned my side head towards him to hear.
“Option to achieve greatness. The sweetest option thou. You will taste the sorrow and joy. This path will indulge you in belief and uncertainty. Thee can experience the blessing and snag. Hold firm and afraid not. Hath, this world is a stage. In this stage, Men at sometimes masters of their fates.”
He granted me the path. His brief but impactful words notified me, this world is the stage and we all play our part in this stage. Everyone is great if they play their part without bowing in front of difficulties. If you hold firm then in the end you will emerge as great.
I smiled and muttered the famous Shakespeare quote. “Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
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