Tame your Attention

Have you ever met temptation in and as a person?

Maybe..

Or…., maybe not.

But I know a person who has been in contact with this Temptation person.

Do you want to know this person and read her story?

Let me introduce her-

Her name is Mohara Chinha. A Girl with Passion and Dare, who is willing to take any risk to achieve her goal and live motto of her life.

A stubborn girl, willing to do every bit of hard work to finish what she started.

But there is one blockage, or should I say a person called Temptation.

To remove this stone/ blocker from her life, she has to do what the title suggests: Tame your attention.

You are thinking -How? right?

Let’s find out the answer to the question ‘how’ from the person (Mohara) herself via reading her story.

“Hello there! Mysel-…, wait a little bit, I am actually in a hurry right now”, a cheery-toned female says.

The female is a bit late for college, so she swiftly rides her bicycle to college, still keeping road safety rules in mind.

Her bicycle rides through streets, filled with colourful vibes but crowded with automobiles and people’s rambling noises.

Mohara’s wheel-like legs pedal at a faster speed. Her heartbeat whistling loudly in her ears.

As she nears her college, the noise and the crowd fade into peaceful chirping sounds, the sweet whistling sound of wind through trees.

Mohara is in hurry mode, while the students around her are walking onto the campus with a cheerful but lazy attitude. Some are busy gossiping, some running around, but nobody is in a rush.

At Mohara’s college

Mohara parks her bicycle in the college parking area, grabs her bag and takes a deep breath while staring at the college entrance.

She walks inside the campus with ease and admires the view of sunlight rays highlighting the trees’ glorious green colour.

The place looks brighter and stands out from the blue and grey glittery city shade. The college she studies at is a reputed institution, but not a very famous one.

Mohara expresses with a soft smile on her lips, in a relaxed tone, “Thank God, I am not too late to miss this blissful view. The glass panes of the building are like the blue sky and the golden rays falling upon it, reminding me of a calm ocean. This sends me a wave of refreshment and joy.”

The college building stands tall and strong from the ancient ages, having passed several human eras, and the 1000-year-old trees encircle the building, narrating stories of the college to young plants and trees under its care and butterflies, flying with curious wings, wandering seamlessly around the garden.

Mohara wanders around the campus and, after a few minutes, enters the classroom. The classroom is not crowded yet, but there are a few students there, a little more punctual than her for different reasons.

Mohara scans the classroom, reading her classmate’s faces, she could see a subtle sense of satisfaction/peace/joy being at school, although only a few of them might be passionate about studies. 

And for her, peace is in her solitude, and studies; however, she is not one of the toppers rather an average, passionate, studious person, curious to learn and can’t resist but get completely engrossed enough learning new things, that surrounding doesn’t matter anymore, she invokes a field around her, blurring the background sounds and images, only to focus on she and her focus.

Feeling relaxed for a moment, her shoulders slump, releasing the rushed energy, her racing heartbeat slowly turns normal, the sweat coated on her body diminishes the burning effect with a cool touch enhanced by small breezy caresses passing through the window.

A few minutes later, she suddenly starts humming her favourite song.

“Oops! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Although I am sure you might be wondering about who this girl is and what I am doing, etc.. So, let me do the honour myself.

I, Mohara Chinha, the Daring one, yet sometimes I behave like a scaredy cat in case of spotting bugs or insects.

Usually, I am the quiet type in my class, but I do talk sometimes with a few of my close friends.

I am ambitious and do only those things that my heart tells me to do, and my brain paves the path to fulfil what my heart needs”, Mohara speaks in an enthusiastic tone.

Suddenly, someone taps on her shoulder and informs her that the professor has already arrived in class.

Mohara attentively listens, her eyes fixated on the notes written on the blackboard, but a voice loud in her ears distracts her; her eyes shift from one classmate to another, busy in their worlds.

Ignoring the insistent voice calling out her name, booming as if shouting on speaker, her eyes again drifted to her classmates, still engaged like before.

Unable to control, she urges her inner voice/whoever’s voice to turn off his annoying voice for once and all, strangely, the voice obeying her command became silent like a child zips his mouth when a teacher scolds for talking during the class.

Nonetheless, class continues until 5 pm. Her life is simple yet interesting, as she loves to explore and is curious about everything, despite not being so perfect in many of the things she loves to do.

She has achieved some small goals and a few big goals from her ambition list; however, she could have completed those things early before the expected time, but still, she couldn’t do it.

Why is that, you may think, right?

Wait and continue to follow the pace of the story, you will know when the time is right..

As usual, the next day, Mohara landed at college on time, and something felt different. Usually, the campus is packed with students roaming and walking on the campus, a behaviour similar to roaming in a park, but today, only silence could be heard.

On the way riding her bicycle, her mighty inner voice screaming whispers of strange occurrences to happen in her life, good or bad, not certain, even so, Mohara believes she is capable of handling whatever comes after her/hometown.

Footsteps hesitantly looming closer and closer, despite the mixed signals initiated by her brain, she stands before the college entrance, staring hard at the closed gate yet the gate is unwilling to give her an answer.

She waits for some time for the gates to open, and later, she considers, feeling a bit foolish, expresses, in a flustered tone, not afraid to admit truth, ” Even my gut is smarter, despite its notice, I misinterpret it as my usual nervousness for college.

Sorry, my gut feeling, I should have listened-” someone interrupts, a charming voice inviting her into the tempting space of distraction, unable to resist but listen to the voice.

The voice states, ” You should have, Moh dear. Tch.. Tchh…I thought you followed your heart blindly. Maybe I was wrong, curious eyes are pretty distracting, but also are the ones who get distracted easily.

You look like one of them”, his voice irresistible to ignore like a catchy melody stuck in your brain for who knows how many hours.

Regardless of how pretty/tempting the person/thing is, Mohara has strong tolerance; she acknowledges the voice with stubborn immunity to his distracting voice, with an unbending power of will, affecting the charming invisible voice,” Thank you for your feedback on me but sadly, your boxed thoughs aren’t enough to fit Mohara. 

I am not made for boxes, instead, I like infinite, never-ending space, where  I exist and don’t exist at the same time. 

So, Mr/Ms Charming voice, please bother/distract or whatever you want to others, who will be willing to be tempted and follow the pied piper, but I don’t follow blindly anything, especially the glittery sugar-coated voices since I am not fond of sugary sweetness, rather I like bitter sweetness.”

A silence followed after her reply, her face lit up with a wide victory smile, reminding us how powerful will power can be.

But she celebrated a bit early, and an alluring laugh filled her ears, which seemed to mock her. Mohara’s eyes twitched in annoyance, and her mouth set in a hard line, annoyance dancing all over her body. She feels like a fly buzzing around her, and to get rid of it, she simply needs to swat it away. 

On the way back home, Mohara explores the streets that came along the way while humming the tunes of her favourite song and the unknown voice long forgotten and muted for good.

At Mohara’s home

She lands home, and an hour had already passed although it takes only 10 minutes from college to home.

Mohara, seated on sofa, still in her uniform, checks her phone for any message/notification regarding the college holiday, yet no notice /message from college.

Mohara ponders, unable to digest the strange feeling nestling in her mind, trying to pinpoint the feeling, but fails to do so. And, the persistent voice, laugh, and snickers made her taste salt water, neither able to spit nor swallow. 

Withholding the extreme saltiness, her patience washed away in tides of the sea, she ultimately bolts at last choice, her lips part, announces while eyes darting from ceiling to floor, ” Regardless of what you are, charming voice, I’ve had enough of this hide and seek, it’s time to reveal yoursel- ahhm actully you don’t need to reveal yourself, just let me be free and don’t bother anymore if I win the challenge that I am about to give you.

If you are not scaredy being, then accept my challenge.

And if you win, which seems unlikely to happen, still I believe in being fair, so you might have a chance, maybe 0.01 % to win.”

She could imagine his smirk from his tone, agreeing to her challenge without even knowing what the challenge might be.

Mohara grins, careful not to get overrulded by exaggerated confidence, aware of his unpredictable charisma, capable of exposing her vulnerability, which she won’t let happen, of course, she thinks in her mind.

Mohara announces the challenge, unafraid of the result,” Okay, so the challenge is simple: you need to reveal yourself in front of me without revealing yourself in human form, but if I manage to see your face or figure out your presence, then I win and vice versa. 

The game begins, hurry up, show yourself since you love to be quite bold and loud about your presence, Charming Voice”, sarcasm dripping through her tone.

Mohara didn’t want to admit it, but she is excited for some reason, scared of these kinds of things, yet she can smell a familiar scent, like it has always been by her side.

Engrossed and curious, Mohara didn’t notice her eyes gleaming with burning curiosity and warmth reflected on the transparent window panes.

Mohara paces in circles, her impatient footsteps tracing lines on the marble floor. The hallway witnesses her patiently waiting for someone she doesn’t even know.

Mohara spends her holidays either doing creative activities or lazily resting and reading stories, or doing some fun activities like dancing, watching movies, etc. But she isn’t the one to wait still and admire the clock, as if afraid to miss even a second.

Mohara gunts, disappointed for unknown reason, complains with impatient tone, ” I knew it, you had to lose. Hah! 

But why do I feel like my ears droop like a puppy’s ears? 

Why am I behaving like this instead of doing my usual darling activities, my creative pursuits?

Ugh, I don’t understand, it’s already been more than an hour, and all I can hear are my footsteps, the clock’s tick tock and outside, the usual music band of rock noise and melodic nature tunes.”

Her tone lowers to a whisper, spitting unintentional truth, ” Strange, the chances of winning seem high for me considering his silent withdrawal from challenge, but why do I feel like he has already won regardless of the result.

Noticing my strange, intense curiosity towards him and his powerful charisma already convinced me to allow his influence upon me. This is evident enough to declare who is likely to win. 

However, since I have recognised his move, I still have a chance to win.”

She decides to focus on dancing, music envelops her room, and her body is ready to dance.

Her nerves calming down, dancing carefreely, comfort settled on her body, and after 30 minutes, she finally took a break.

Her best quality (Discipline) is going to be shadowed by a close dear one. The Moment of a major transformation in her life has already reached her door.

Feeling hungry, she moves towards the kitchen. The calling bell sounded like an alarm, she quickly rushed to open the door, but the rush wasn’t needed as if her body wasn’t on her own accord.

Mohara opens the door, a surprise awaits her, to mess her mind and soul, leaving puzzle pieces scattered for her to assemble or let it remain untouched and scrambled all over the place, unfocused and distracted attention. And what she needs to learn and do will change her life forever.