There is a pinch of unspeakable sadness in every heart. Some nip it in the bud,fearing they would not be able to handle it at all. And some others like me ,let it grow,gradually with time. And it grows mighty spreading out twigs and branches..What good is this sadness to us? Very subjective question. My answer would be, it may help us or try to help us to remain human even in the most inhuman situations. I must say, handle it nice, it makes you smile even in tears. This sadness I am talking about gives you the craziest moments.
When I look into a baby's big black eyes, I feel like I am going back to time, places,people unknown. . A great moment of trance when you feel lighter than a feather..And looking at the blue sky, I feel like seeing the whole universe.. all of it.. countless stars, black holes, planets.. all those adorable intricate secrets..Sometimes I go to sleep imagining that when I wake up tomorrow, there will not be any roof above me, any walls around me and not a single soul anywhere..Only the sun shining radiantly in a bright orange sky..
walking along the streets of Mumbai, most of the time I feel like closing my nose with my handkerchief for you know, how bad they can smell. But these days i have refrained myself from doing that. Odor here is a mixed one. Yes, it stinks, but at the same time, there is the fragrance of incenses, aroma of all those chatt dishes! As long as you have a nose , a perfectly working one, you cannot miss those things.. Looking at the child, sleeping peacefully on a rag, her mother busily selling toys on the pavement, I feel glad that I am not at her place. I am someone standing meters away from her, staring at her. I am not her! And that is a happiness which melts away in 2 seconds. Sadness creeps in. Yes, i am not her. But she is also here, where I am. She lives in the same world. You cannot close your eyes, turn your head away and pretend that she does not exist!. Yes I am not her! But she is me! You got it?
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Finally Nirbhaya is gone. Good, I would say, she escaped to a monster free world. Yes, I do sound like a hypocrite right? But what else is there left to say! Nothing is going to change. Because we (read women) are trying to change somebody else's (read men) mindset. That is not going to work! (one thing which women fail to understand). So what else can be done? My simple suggestion would be , why cannot they make martial arts like kung fu and karate compulsory for girl children at school? I want every woman to be a fighter, able to protect herself from any danger! I do not want people to tag us weak any more! I always wanted to learn it. Now it is like, I have to, because I have no other option and I soon will be!
Challo! all my sisters! let us be fighters! yes, That makes sense, doesn't it?
I always mess up, when I write. This was no exception! Happy new year. No. Safe year ahead!
When I look into a baby's big black eyes, I feel like I am going back to time, places,people unknown. . A great moment of trance when you feel lighter than a feather..And looking at the blue sky, I feel like seeing the whole universe.. all of it.. countless stars, black holes, planets.. all those adorable intricate secrets..Sometimes I go to sleep imagining that when I wake up tomorrow, there will not be any roof above me, any walls around me and not a single soul anywhere..Only the sun shining radiantly in a bright orange sky..
walking along the streets of Mumbai, most of the time I feel like closing my nose with my handkerchief for you know, how bad they can smell. But these days i have refrained myself from doing that. Odor here is a mixed one. Yes, it stinks, but at the same time, there is the fragrance of incenses, aroma of all those chatt dishes! As long as you have a nose , a perfectly working one, you cannot miss those things.. Looking at the child, sleeping peacefully on a rag, her mother busily selling toys on the pavement, I feel glad that I am not at her place. I am someone standing meters away from her, staring at her. I am not her! And that is a happiness which melts away in 2 seconds. Sadness creeps in. Yes, i am not her. But she is also here, where I am. She lives in the same world. You cannot close your eyes, turn your head away and pretend that she does not exist!. Yes I am not her! But she is me! You got it?
Challo! all my sisters! let us be fighters! yes, That makes sense, doesn't it?
I always mess up, when I write. This was no exception! Happy new year. No. Safe year ahead!
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