On that particular day, I was quite early reached the railway station. The train arrived at the concerned platform, even ready for the departure. Without any delay, I rushed to find my seat, and I left with disappointment after I saw my seat because it wasn't a window seat. Nevertheless, the train wasn't that much crowded especially in my compartment. So, I was easily managed to get a window seat which was exactly opposite to my booked seat. After almost half-a-hour, the train began its journey and moving towards its destination.
After sometimes, I made up my mind to read a book titled as "who will cry when you die". I was pretending like I’m busy with reading the book, but I was watching the ambient scenery which was moving slowing from my eyesight while breezes were shooting my face. During that period, I felt someone was watching me (kind of intuition). I saw nearly five - six members belonged to a single-family and the one who was watching me might be 10 years old little girl. I visualized a smile in her face when I turned my face towards her.
Lately, I had noticed she was trying to get my attention by playing, shouting, dancing and doing something naughty. She succeeded in her efforts; finally, she transported my attention from outside scenery to towards her. After she got my full attention, she started to do a different kind of stuffs (even singing too); in between she didn't forget to make sure that I was watching her. Later, she started to hide her eyes and peeking through the holes in-between her hands and laughed at me. I guessed she wanted someone to watch her activities as she was bored with travelling. Though, I didn't want to see the disappointment in her face. So I was keeping my eyes towards her.
It was the time; she was reaching near to the destination while her parents were busy with handling luggage. It was almost two odd hours; she did that kind of activities, even so it had been passed just like a few minutes. Whenever the train reached that particular destination, she was standing in front of me, and I guessed she was trying to say "Good Bye”. And the funny thing was that we don't know each other's language. I just came forward raised my eyes, nodded my head and looked at her. The smile in her face was disappearing from my view, and the train started to move. This incident made me feel "language isn't a barrier" to show affection.
Do you worry? Whether worrying gives you something? Have you ever felt changes in your lives? Have you ever asked yourself “Why are you worrying”? Do you ever try to stop worrying? Probably, yes would be the answer to most of the questions. Before you get ready to think about those questions, I would like to share my experience. Many years ago; I had been thinking much about the puzzling way of life & career and started to worry. Day by day, I started to worry too much. Suppose, if I had some free time very soon, I was starting to worry about everything. Alike, I was waiting for the time to start worrying. When the time I asked myself "Why I'm worrying?" I visualized a drastic change within me and in my career as well. Even I had some backlogs in my examinations.
“Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow. - Swedish Proverb”
I reminisce, from the period "2012" film released onwards; there are so many rumors and speculation among everyone about the end of the world. Apparently, I didn't have an intention to annotate, and even I know nothing about this scenario. In recent times, one of my friends also got "2012" syndrome. A day before my friend asked me “Do you think the world would end in 2012? Without any delay, I borrowed the words of James Dean and responded in my own style as “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
I thought myself; it was the perfect answer (kind of narcissistic) for that question. Behind that time, I started to think a lot about that question, and my imagination led to a whimsical question "what will I do if tomorrow is the last day?”. Though, as a pragmatist person, I don't feel much if tomorrow is my last day? Nevertheless, I started to figure out “what are the things that I would like to do?” I have been separated my life into three categories and listed the things what I would like to do in each category.
Have you ever imagined your world around kids? I wonder how many of you would like to spend your time with little kids. Concretely, I like to spend most of my time with them, but I spend at least one hour per day. Most of the neighbours around my home had kids (I mean baby) when the time I grew up. I think that is the reason why I am addicted to spend my time with kids.
One of the most important reasons, why I like to spend my time with kids is my selfishness. Indeed, reason is nothing but for my mind relaxation. Just imagine a hectic day with full of stress, frustration and depression. In that situation if I supposed to splurge a half-hour with kids’, wholeness will be alright and very soon my mind will be free. I cannot even compare anything to their invaluable smiles, innocent mien in their face, and veracious tears in their eyes when the time I bother them. There is no such evil thing in their smiles like some human being. I cannot describe that kind of feeling. I guess everyone should feel it rather than from my words.
It was the time, I walked along the lonely road. I was trying to move out quickly from the abandoned road to reach my home. I was haunting that my parents might look for me as it was already too late to reach the home. I was barely able to walk, and the ambient scenery was moving too slow. Subsequently, I observed a group of people, and I was hurrying towards them with an excitation.
When I was reaching the crowd, people were arguing something seriously by pointing their hands to the middle of a group. Without any delay, I rushed into the spot to see "what has happened?" A person had died who might be around my age. I could not be able to see his face because his head was crooked downwards. Furthermore, I was trying to see his face. Meanwhile, another guy was trying to bend over that person to see his face.
When the time, I saw the face of the person, I'm shocked that I was almost crying. It was hard to believe whatever my eyes were witnessing that time. That person was so familiar with me, he had been with me every day, every hour, every minute, every second, and every beat of my heart. As I was trying to touch that person, but I could not. I was starting to urge everyone "I'm still alive" but no one listened to my words. In fact, I was not exposed to them.
Whenever I stepped into steps, bus started to move out of the interchange. I always would prefer a window seat, and the reason is, I could figure out what's happening outside. On that particular day, it was really crowded. However, I got a seat, but not a window seat. Meanwhile, the bus moved out of the city. After a few stages, a man who was seating near me alighted. Soon I crawled into the window seat.
My head turned and eyes began to focus on outside views through the window, while the bus was moving at an average speed. Later sometimes, the bus stopped in a stage, but there was no sign of passengers' movement. As a curious guy I stood up from my seat to see what happens. There was a man may be around 30 years of age who was trying to step into the bus. Actually, the man was a physically disabled person who couldn't walk. Finally, he entered the bus. One of the co-passengers left his seat to him.
