So as Leaves
On and With them
“We are different
So You are
Is for All
Space And Place
For the Biggest
And the Tiniest
But you Humans
Are not Humane
You plant and uproot
Others , As
You’re the Meanest
And deep inside
The Ugliest !”
How does it feel like to be looked at by someone out of curiosity?
How does it feel like to have someone’s hand above your head to shield you from sudden rains?
How does it feel like when someone wraps you in towels and serves hot chocolate?
How does it feel like when someone tucks you to bed and puts you to sleep?
How does it feel like when someone kisses you good night on your forehead?
How does it feel like sleeping close to someone and he takes care of your chastity?
How does it feel like when someone thinks you’re beautiful even at your 6am face?
How does it feel like when someone holds your hand while crossing the road?
How does it feel like when someone hugs you tight when you get scared of the thunders?
How does it feel like when someone keeps you close by holding your waist while introducing you to his family at some wedding reception?
How does it feel like when someone doesn’t feel shy to say I love you,in front of the people, over the phone while hanging up?
How does it feel like when someone proposes your parents before proposing you?
How does it feel like when someone kneels down and asks you to marry him, in front of both the families hiding behind the trees?
How does it feel like when someone … Loves you?
How does it feel…?
Do you know?
How does it feel?
Yes, it is !
Many times , we fail
Well in my case, most of the times
Earlier I used to mourn
But now, I learn
And that’s the best thing we can do with our failures – LEARN!
LEARN to reduce the possibility of facing the same failure again .
LEARN to make yourself stronger and Wiser.
LEARN … Because mourning and crying is too mainstream !
So Today, my mother and one aunty from our neighborhood were talking at the door of our house.
They the aunty was invited inside.
And then again talking about her kid who is of my brother’s age and etc etc …
We were cherishing the memories when my brother and her son used to wear half pants and run across the street.
My mother and she talked , ate snacks together in the same drawing room amidst laughter and smiles.
My mother is a Muslim and the Aunty is a Hindu.
This might sound ‘what-the-hell‘ to few people , especially who think they are the best follower of Islam.
And few people who know, actually know, what Islam is, wouldn’t be surprised reading this 🙂
Be kind to your neighbors !