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It’s snehal’s bday. Had a lot of fun. Cakes, gifts, greetings who-wished and whodint-wish.
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I was travelling by a city bus looking out at the climateand enjoying myself. Buses were outcrowded as everyday they are. People were flooding through them. I was calm all the time. Dhanashree even dared to ask me why so silent. Maybe these submissions, I said. Like usual.
Suddenly music pouring into my ears through headphones changed the track and started playing Parikrama.
“Wrapped in a polythene, tucked away safe in my mind
a little goodbye, maybe, or just a passing smile
The birds fly away to the sky still searching for home
a bunch o' paper flowers, or a little child left all alone
Can somebody hear me, I'm screaming from so far away
morning who'll calm you, the evening's eclipsed again
*Well does life get any better
more yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow
But it rained...
They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life
,it's been so long, so long a time but still I miss Daddy at night
The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring at me
the waters in the seas are high, and all the sand castles have drowned
*Well does life get any better
more yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tommorow
But it rained...”
I got off the bus and started walking home.
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Nowadays I have started wondering if this is the time of my spiritual crisis. A lot of disturbing things happening around and people behaving crazy. I am confused about what I want and what I need. A lot of things to expect but nothing reprocating properly. Maybe I have to work on myself these days… in these days of selfish people.
I look back at those days and that life when faces remained familiar throughout the life. There were no intentions behind every word spoken. Help was not a favour or debt to return it back. Everything was absolute and I miss it.
Dhanshree asks , “why so silent?”
“ Maybe these submissions.”, I routine answer
But really it hurts when faces start to regain their unfamiliarity. It hurts when dear ones who were strangers sometime ago start to become strangers again.
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