The Sound of Coins

It was morning and was chilling outside and even being in a warmer place I was cold and I wanted to reach office as soon as possible thinking to get some heat there.

The Shuttle stopped at the Red Light and some children came running towards the cars and started knocking the window panes and murmured something to the people sitting inside. For them the chilling weather meant nothing, they were going to every vehicle wishing to get some money. They were giving helpless expressions and even touching the feet and asked for money to get something to eat.

I was busy checking the mails and when I looked up I found a small girl less than 6 years of age standing on my side, staring at me. She didn't utter a word, I kept on looking at her. Her eyes said a story, she looked weak and sleepless. May be she was forced to come there and beg. For her it was something for which she gets money and her parents  treat her well for that.

I moved the window pane down and asked her name. She smiled and said Kajal. Her voice was charming and had an ocean of Innocence in it. She moved her hand towards me and asked for money. I gave her a coin and on getting it she was elated. She didn't go to anyone to ask for money.

She took all the coins out of her pocket and made a jingling sound out of them. Hearing which she started smiling more deep and divine. In no way she was begging, she was not needy, she was there to give a message of sharing and that sound of coins is still there deep in my consciousness.

It's a way-out for Thoughts

The first thought about writing hit me when I was fighting to find the real thing I am passionate about. I sat down and started writing my experiences with the idea to break the monotonous worklife. It worked well and the passion became a supertemporal Hurricane. It is because of the writing I started believing in myself and found the world covered with different shades of light and darkness. 

I have been writing through my mind from very young age but never thought to preserve the treasure. Some poems that survived in my Spirit made me to write after years of being out of track.

Life is a great exploration which mounts on the person who is trying to break, build and bless. The flow of thoughts are limitless and that's the reason I found almost every topic approachable but some became the Heart and Soul of my printed pages. Society and Spirituality honed me to perform on them and understand them more. 

Coming here was a random thought and a help from a friend whose writings I admire a lot. The book of friendship opened with understanding of professionalism and then turned to the similar interests of writing and putting the thoughts in use for others. 

There are some great and inspiring people whose words I follow and  their approach is always mixed in my terminologies of thinking and putting them on paper.