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It’s a breezy day, the girl in the pink frock walked with her brown locks fluttering in the air. Little does it seems anyone noticed that old lady in rags with scattered shabby hair, her feet broken into pieces as if been carefully cut with a sharp-edged knife. That deep-cut wound perhaps is holding a lifetime story she has endured. Hiding under that veil she sees only a fragile life in front of her. Was she born that way I just thought? Within moments I could conclude that this is the worst eye-soring catastrophe our country is witnessing now.

She was not born that way, yes truly her circumstances lead her to this life. But the distressing fact in most of such cases is the standardisation of the society so as to create the so-called civilised sons and daughters !!!  It’s just one of the reason maybe and of course there are good ones too but here what I am trying to address is this harsh reality in majority of the cases. If you felt it as a joke then why should our country need 728 old age homes ?? It’s not that this creamy layer of generation was created without the efforts of these parents who are now given a cozy home the, old age home to spent their rest of life. Yes, they can add to their grandeur that they found this home for the ones who made them with the money they made!!!

Suddenly it rained and I passed that dark tunnel where the vagabonds found themselves shelter. There  I saw a boy being covered by the scarf his mother was wearing, little does she care that she is half soaked! There the vagabonds lie covered in the sizzling drops of the broken pipe! It just made me think that these so-called vagabonds were once a son cared for by a mother too!!!

Later it was getting quite dark, I was really hungry. I entered a hotel to grab something myself. But what I saw first was a security who was old as my grandpa walking by dragging his legs. His body was wet, perhaps from the rain before. He can’t escape the rain because he can’t escape the life he is destined upon !! Still, he had a wide smile welcoming me, perhaps I thought he could do such a beautiful thing which most people cannot do! They're sitting beside me was a small family, a girl with all smiles, a boy giggling, and their parents laughing from the heart, a sincere kind of security enveloping them!! But just turning my other side I saw a young man with Bluetooth in his ear, a laptop on his lap, and his phone constantly ringing. Though ironic it seems he too has difficulties to meet his end. Unfortunately, he is missing something that his family enjoys now but maybe he gains something in his difficult life. Though l do not have much life experience as I am still in my teens, that moment I could realise something very special. Though l was not bought up in an era without the Internet or something I still could see two sides of my own life. One was my childhood where I really had no worries, my cousins all around me as if I was the eldest. There was no need for my mom to shout at me just to go outside the home and look into the greens for some time. But the second part I am seeing now is that my cousins and me myself of course, no longer wanted to play those so-called silly games, we no longer wanted to step outside the room! Yes now we have some other interesting things, but still I miss something from the past !!!

The very next day I saw a bunch of people mourning in an abandoned field of land. There were rocks here and there with some writings. They all wore black, there were white flowers on the grave. There were perplexed children here and there.  Some were busy trying to contact that long-distance kin. I was confused about what are they trying to create after one is dead. He was there with his eyes wide open, ears though a bit struggling ready to hear you! Yes, he was there till yesterday night living his one and only life he had. That day no one came for him and today when everyone came he is not there for them !! It’s true reality is harsh!!

Yes, we are after innovation to bring globalisation through standardisation and rationalisation so as to get rejuvenation.(Yeah that was something that popped from my brain now !) But in the long run somewhere or the other we forget something. We, humans, are feeling beings. If feelings are not something to be expressed why should we have it? Sometimes a simple smile on your face can make the people around you happy, bending before someone can prevent you from cracking, and sometimes your presence can bring the worst situation to a happy ending.  What's more, while we are rushing to address many irrelevant issues on the media can’t we take a single moment just to think what I really had in my life?? Yes of course it’s not the financial status or the billions or even the hundred rupee not in your drawer covered under the heaps of books I am asking, but the real cherished memories you can hold on to even when it is dark, or even when you are alone. Yes, you may think it’s very easy to write these in words, and of course, we need money to live. But the thing is, when the sole purpose of your life becomes only to earn till death you miss these special things I mentioned!!

So my dear friends today though I did not address a major climactic issue, issues of society, or political turmoil, It’s not because it’s not there but this is something I wanted everyone to think over .why should we waste this blessing to be able to live by hating each other, revenging, killing, hurting, holding vengeance and grudge?? If you love someone express it, if you want to appreciate someone appreciate them, if you want to show your concern, show it off!! Remember you are not an inferior doing this!

Just a single life, so create memories and remember not to forget these little things in this short-long run !!!! 

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