I don’t have money to help them with their livings,
But when I passed by their house, and when they greet me with huge, welcoming smile on their faces.
I smile back and sit for a while.
I play with children and teach them the how to count and summation and minus.
Sometimes I listen to their problems and I tell them how their life is healthier than so called socio-animals living in the city.
All I have is time to invest.
I don’t have money…
કોઇ સિન્ડરેલાને સમજાવો,
કે વ્યર્થ એ રાહ ના જુએ.
હવે કોઈ પ્રિન્સ
નહિ આવે એની શોધતો.
હવે જો છટકવું હશે એને
આ ચુંગાલ માંથી
ફગાવી દેવા પડશે એને પોતાના પરિધાનો.
જાતે જ ચાલી નીકળવું પડશે
જો એને જીવવું હશે તો
જો એને અહીંયા ટકી રહેવું હશે તો…
કોઈ પ્રિન્સ નહિ આવે…
(Feature Image: From Film Cinderella, 2015)
They were twins -The tress !!!
They grew together,
The trees under which they used to park their car and bike,
The trees under which they used to sit in the evening,
The trees from which they used to pluck for Pooja.
These trees were blocking the sight
of the house,
also the landlady was tired of cleaning the leaves out of the parking.
After all they paid 8 lakhs,
to paint their house.
What does that money worth if they can’t show it off??
They cut down the trees
standing outside their house.
(Inspired by True Incident.
Picture Courtesy: The Kahani Project)
As Bukowski has written,
“I have never been lonely, I am the best form of entertainment I have.”
I have also felt the same over the period of time.
Like, in weekends, when everyone from my room go to pay visit to their home, I stay in, all alone in my room, surrounded by Laptop and Books.
These are the moments that I love to cherish. Being me is the best thing. Being alone is even better, it is a blessing.
What you look at when you look at a person?
Complexion or smile?
Caste or religion or Human being?
Ideology or Action?
Sex or Skill?
A Person or Goal?
Bank balance or Way of cherishing life?
Age or Experiences?
The answers are not marely just answers.
They are mirrors.
It reflects us who we are.
– Keval Gohil
(Picture courtesy with thanks: thebodyisnotanapology.tumblr.com)