It's Sunday again. It's the first time, I hear of a death, and I'm not bleeding tears.
Am I in shock, or have my tears dried up?
I ask myself, "Why is it?" Some answers are simple. Maybe I've evolved beyond life and death, as my Guru said once,"You have become a divine soul.You are now attuned." I couldn't believe.
I know, I'm just a human. I feel a lot!
A few minutes ago, a friend shared a video, of a homeless lady, amongst the migrant workers, seventy years old, who lost her husband, beaten up by her son, whom she took care, and was thrown out of the home, wanting to go to another son, whom she knew would throw her out too, for her children thought that she was mad. I heard someone say, "Thank God, she has a new family." I felt like saying, "She's a mother! If it's convenient enough, to live with lost faith and love, I hope she survives in a new family, and the pain doesn't affect her."
But I kept quiet. I knew, I'd be misundertood, amidst a bunch of people who were busy cracking jokes. .
No, I am not that serious kind. I do crack jokes too. We're taught to write humour in a bad mood. My mother taught me, "There's a time, and place for everything." Maybe, she meant for death too, and she chose my place. It was Sunday, and I cried a lot! ~payal
A few minutes ago, a friend shared a video, of a homeless lady, amongst the migrant workers, seventy years old, who lost her husband, beaten up by her son, whom she took care, and was thrown out of the home, wanting to go to another son, whom she knew would throw her out too, for her children thought that she was mad. I heard someone say, "Thank God, she has a new family." I felt like saying, "She's a mother! If it's convenient enough, to live with lost faith and love, I hope she survives in a new family, and the pain doesn't affect her."
But I kept quiet. I knew, I'd be misundertood, amidst a bunch of people who were busy cracking jokes. .
No, I am not that serious kind. I do crack jokes too. We're taught to write humour in a bad mood. My mother taught me, "There's a time, and place for everything." Maybe, she meant for death too, and she chose my place. It was Sunday, and I cried a lot! ~payal
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Hmm there are times when it is useless to say anything.. but I beleivb it is good even if our thoughts are humane.. atleast it is good for us.
ReplyDeleteso heart touching article...Keep posting love yo read your thoughts
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