I was waiting for the bus along with my cousin to visit a temple of lord Sita near a place called Pulppally.
And the bus showed no signs of arriving and its like she(sita) is not interested in meeting me at her abode to trouble her with my petty issues when there is enough problems fed into her head by other people…
I looked around just to put something to my bored and inactive mind to falter the growing impatience in me… There was a small house and out of curiosity I peeped inside … And a girl (the girl who urged me to write this blog) came out with a glass of water for her father who was waiting there to leave for his work.. i.e to sell lottery tickets. As I noticed he had no legs and he crawled past me without taking no notice of us. And the girl was standing there wondering who are this new faces at the early morning so curious about her father.. She was of my age ,too weak and lean. I could also see her big eyes scanning me ..There was something special about her dark eyes which reflected a tons of dreams and a spark of determination that told me ”whoever you are , don’t sympathize at my poverty. I have beautiful dreams and aspirations for my life than you have ..Now you see me with a fragile body and pale eyes just because I was born to the hands of this weak man you just saw and you were born to the hands of blessed people. you did not make any difference to your life .. did you?? But because of me, change will spring to this abandoned world.. you remain numb to the cravings you see around you and do nothing but just sympathize for a minute and move forward.. But I’ll live my dreams and change the dreams of many people like me, to reality. You go to some manmade structures to find God and you are stupid enough to believe that he is eager to reside in those special places you made for him. Feel him here in the air we breathe and which connects you and me ,who makes you understand me without the help of any language “
My bus arrived and I stood there rooted to the spot reading her eyes ..may be all this what I read from her eyes will be the product of my crazy imaginations.. But I still remember her whenever I close my eyes to pray …
And the bus showed no signs of arriving and its like she(sita) is not interested in meeting me at her abode to trouble her with my petty issues when there is enough problems fed into her head by other people…
I looked around just to put something to my bored and inactive mind to falter the growing impatience in me… There was a small house and out of curiosity I peeped inside … And a girl (the girl who urged me to write this blog) came out with a glass of water for her father who was waiting there to leave for his work.. i.e to sell lottery tickets. As I noticed he had no legs and he crawled past me without taking no notice of us. And the girl was standing there wondering who are this new faces at the early morning so curious about her father.. She was of my age ,too weak and lean. I could also see her big eyes scanning me ..There was something special about her dark eyes which reflected a tons of dreams and a spark of determination that told me ”whoever you are , don’t sympathize at my poverty. I have beautiful dreams and aspirations for my life than you have ..Now you see me with a fragile body and pale eyes just because I was born to the hands of this weak man you just saw and you were born to the hands of blessed people. you did not make any difference to your life .. did you?? But because of me, change will spring to this abandoned world.. you remain numb to the cravings you see around you and do nothing but just sympathize for a minute and move forward.. But I’ll live my dreams and change the dreams of many people like me, to reality. You go to some manmade structures to find God and you are stupid enough to believe that he is eager to reside in those special places you made for him. Feel him here in the air we breathe and which connects you and me ,who makes you understand me without the help of any language “
My bus arrived and I stood there rooted to the spot reading her eyes ..may be all this what I read from her eyes will be the product of my crazy imaginations.. But I still remember her whenever I close my eyes to pray …
Anu ..this is awesome ...plz post it somewhere else
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