On the Street.

Those people that stop on the sidewalk to chat with strangers

They strike up a conversation with the tea sellers and hawkers

They smile at people getting off the bus

Or those stopping at the water cooler for a drink of water on a hot sultry day

They make faces at little kids and laugh when they smile

They are weathered with experience

Some had homes and families; others may not know how they came to be here

You see them near familiar haunts, looking very familiar and yet are strangers

These are lives that could have been, stories that could have unfolded

These are people that live on the side-lines and live like the rest of us

Spare them a thought, send them a prayer and be on your way

When they come to you for change or a penny, share a good thought and send them off

Don’t rebuke, don’t scold, don’t reprimand, don’t sneer;


Be good.

 

 

 

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Let’s Fall in Love- Just not Today (Part I)

It had been 3 days since she had seen him last. That hollow ache was back. That ache that had a heart beat. She hadn’t realized how she could have been so stupid to have fallen in love- again. He had called a few times, she chose to ignore.

Fate had other plans for tonight though.

Back from office as she was settling down with a book, the doorbell rang. She knew her mom would get it. A few minutes later, Sarthak walked into her room and closed the door behind him.

She kept gaping like a fish out of water.

His bandaged arm was well, still bandaged. He was able to walk though and was wearing that nice perfume. The one that she had begun to associate with him. Her brain gave her a mental kick! Wow! She had begun scent name associations too! Way to go for not falling in love.

What seemed to be microseconds to her love hazy brain turned out to be a couple of minutes. By then he had planted himself on her bed. He looked at her, very matter of fact, and said “you’ve been ignoring me”.
There was no accusation in that. It was a statement.

She just nodded at him, not trusting herself to speak. A few days ago, he had almost died in that car crash. That car crash had made her realise that she had feelings for a man that she didn’t want to know. He was a business associate. Someone that she did great work with. Plus after the last two fiascos of falling in love, she really wasn’t up for anymore drama.

Seeing him so close to her and in the flesh and looking promisingly alive, was overwhelming her. She was gulping to keep her tears down. He had been so small on that hospital bed. The doc had said, the brain injury could lead to coma. Turns out this guy was a miracle too. He seemed very non- comatose right now.

Suddenly she became aware of her very tiny shorts and that tee that hung way too low. Well it was a night Suit after all.

He lifted her face up and looked into her teary eyes. Why, he asked?
That little touch was doing things to her that she hadn’t felt in a long long time. She moved back, disengaging from that fingertip and said “I thought u needed space to recover and you have an army of people to look after you anyway”.

But they are not you. Again, a simple statement.

This is what she had loved about him from day one. Sorry, scratch that out. She liked this about him. He could keep a level tone and just say things as is. With as little emotion as one could muster.

For someone that has the emotional range as large as the solar system, his unemotional self was a healthy respite. It was the perfect antidote to herself.

She decided to keep things simple.

“I was shook when I saw you at the hospital. I hadn’t realised that I felt so deeply for you. In order for us to continue working together, it’s important that I don’t feel anything of that sort. So I decided that the best thing to do would be to get out of your personal space.”

“What do you feel for me?”. Turns out he was keeping it straight too.

Same same; but Different

The cracks in the ceiling that let in the rain also let in the sunshine.

The parents that were overly restrained with you in your adolescence, become friends as you grow older.

The gym that was an uphill battle against weight evolves to a place where you challenge your strength every day.

Siblings that you couldn’t live without earlier seem suddenly very difficult to get through to.

Relationships and lovers that you couldn’t imagine life without, are but now a chapter in your life. Not the book.

Sleeping in late is the luxury that you sometimes demand of life; and at other times you are glad for a reason to wake up to.

From being afraid of being alone with yourself (lest what your mid throws up!), you crave those silent journeys in the car.

From believing that everybody’s opinion about you matters to you choosing what and who you want to matter for- you are elementally the same person.

So when you look back a few years? You see someone that is just like you but very different from you today. If that’s what you see, you may have evolved a little bit closer to what you are to become.

You can be a master piece and a work in progress- at the same time.

The point of all this, if you have read so far- “All in good time”.

Every moment on life prepares you for the point at the next bend, for the next blind spot. Inexplicably you have all the skills that you will ever need; life has a way of teaching you that. But nothing happens a moment before it’s supposed to and not a moment after.

Keep faith in that fact.

Power through on this journey, to becoming more of yourself!