the recent rail accident and the plane crash before….we have stunners everyday that dont allow us to recover from the previous shock before allowing a new one.
and even before the stench of flesh burns out, the political blame game begins. but what’s the use altogether…the lives lost will never come back, the families torn apart will never be together again…only bitter memories remain leaving behind a life long lament of the loss
saturday means chaos and crowd and the unbearable stench of sweat…particularly for those who have no options left but to use the metro between the 9:30 to 10 am window…one cannot and should not expect anything other than sweaty people and smelly armpits(yuck!!!!)…but surprises come in all sizes and suddenness..
today was saturday..so i saw all of the above…the best undoubtedly was the surprise part…in the midst of all the pushing and shoving a pretty lady was standing quite unabashed…peacefully talking and beautifully smiling to the person infront of her..strangely she was in the middle of all the dhakka yet quite away from it…just because the guy with her was keeping her out of harm’s way…standing in such a way that all of it came to him…and she was simply left to enjoy her journey..and it showed on her face
as if he was drawing a boundary wall around her…and it reminds me how unconditional people can be when it comes to actually loving the people they love..we get confused often “how to make people feel special…how to show what we feel” when it really isn’t necessary….when it comes from within, it gets reflected outside effortlessly…its not just about a guy-girl relationship…
loving anyone becomes very easy when you do it from the heart, expect nothing in return..and just let go…that’s where the best way..the selfless way of loving comes in…
these lines belong to “stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by ‘robert frost’…well the whole of it quite awesome so here is it-
“whose woods these are i think i know,
his house is in the village though,
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
my little horse must think it queer,
to stop without a farmhouse near,
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
he gives his harness bells a shake,
to ask if there is some mistake,
the only other sound’s the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
the woods are lovely dark and deep,
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep”….
