This life's like this...

This Life’s Like this..

No Body’s A Real Loner..

She held my hand with a great delight and he came towards me with that beam of happiness shining in his eyes. Yes, I was a stranger to them, still they held my hand.. and recognized my true concern.

Happiness knows no relations..

They were called ‘mentally handicapped’ by the so called ‘healthy’ beings. What does it take being a healthy human being? Having intellect? Pride? Confidence? Thoughts? Senses? Rationality? Lifestyle? Job? Self-Reliance? Except for having ‘perfect’ senses they have it all..

The happiness that they feel in their ignorance of perfection sometimes appear to be more satisfying than what we as conscious individuals appear to experience.

Ignorance is a sweet quilt of satisfaction..

Working with the people of Muskaan, an NGO in Delhi, for mentally and physically handicapped children, my menorah was lighted up by their spirits and its warm flame still lights up my heart when I get sad for little things in life.. How small our problems seem to be when I think of my friends there.. how they enjoy life to the fullest.. how mellifluous their whispers sound.. when they converse and joke around..

It’s not that they don’t have feelings, even they get engaged in a melee every now and then but someone amongst them always comes up to settle everything.. they recognize every one who works with them so well.

Recognition, of any sort, is perhaps something that attaches us more with the people we work with..

I usually get attached to people whose beliefs match up with mine real soon, and yet I had never thought that people there at the NGO would ever miss me when I am gone.. and yet as we all went there to say them goodbye the last day of our college, Khushbu, a beautiful girl of twelve, who’s always smiling, held my hand, made me sit on the stairs near the playground, and called me didi for the first time, I swear like a new ‘relation- lore’ has been handed to me just now..

She had her face in the opposite direction and as always never faced me all the time as she talked.. she is shy.. she told me how much she would miss laughing and playing with me.. and as I hugged her, a tear fell on my hand.. I was quite. I looked at her, kissed her on the forehead, and promised to come back soon. I stayed with her late till eve until her parents came to pick her up.

Whenever I think of her now, those eyes, wet and soft shaped keep coming to my mind.. Some moments are so precious that they chase you no matter where you might go, because that real care captures your heart and heart never stops reminding.. Now I hope that she has not forgotten me.. I am sure she hasn’t.. and even if she has, I am more than willing to spend as much time as I can to re-live that joy, innocent laughter and her kid-like talks.

I miss her..

Some people, situations, moments, glance, conversation, touch, feeling, often leave a strange ‘forever’ kind of impression in our lives. It touches and changes us in many ways.

People we let in, in our life, can either change us, or change themselves or just silently hold our hand accepting us the way we are and love and stay..

Akanksha..