Sorrows: The quickest way to learn life

Half awake throughout the night, alarm clock buzzing to get the attention and she was gazing at the lifeless images in mind.  A heavy thought which she carried all over the night blurred her vision. The morning rays were dense and puzzling, pushing her back to darkness. It was the day of commotion and demanded excessive travelling. Calls which required no response but just to confirm the presence. Many things entangled to form a perplexed picture. Feeling trapped and losing the calm every second. Her steps were tipsy and mind weaving the conversations to build a clear track. In a crowd and still alone, she lost the faith in herself and asked for help.

Anxious water drops moving down her head and hands shivering to hold a bag. She reached the metro station and took a seat to think in peace. An old man sitting next to her and observing her moves. He saw her shedding tears and hiding her face to get unnoticed. She could feel the old eyes keenly observing her. She wiped her face and sat straight but still lost in her puzzles. Suddenly the old man shouted the words printed on the banner,’Delhi Metro, The fastest way to travel’ and Sorrows the quickest way to learn life. He put his hand on her head and said to her, you will learn soon. She was shocked as the prayer got answered in no time. The old man stood up, gave her a smile and moved out. He took away all her worries and stress and the day was a win for her. There is meaning to every problem we have in life, rather than crying over it, face it with will and win it.

The Miniscule Minority Park

A curious wave putting my thoughts on the road and I kept on finishing the paths from one bend to the other. Late in the night and winters making its presence felt more and more. Took a wrong turn and entered the right place. I stepped inside a park where the vibes were like the arctic frost. Wrapped with an extra load of apparels, moving fast was an uphill battle. Suddenly came across a  guy who introduced me to the place as the one made for non straight people . The way of expression made it clear and I was glad being inducted there.

My presence there was not appreciated by my friends but my experience was enriching. An endless trip to the place started and the miniscule appeared to be large and more happy than the major one. There was always an uproar of emotions and activity like the butterfly opening the wings for the first time. More hidden the thought more explosive it is. Same was visible there. Life there was filled with rainbow colors, marking the excitement. Many there were  hunting for bodies, some for fun and some like me just for an experience. From old to young and kiddos, all were the part of  hidden miniscule, a society in whole.

With nothing to hide, the only thing prevalent there was truth  and everyone came out live to perform, we all were secretly related. Every visit gave me something to hold and carry with me. Love was like a wind, flowing but no way to capture. The beauty was in no discrimination policy. Everyone was respected as a human and no basis of being natural or unnatural. The miniscule played a sound impact on my inner self which the majority never did. It was more a hidden criminal community with unmatched love and care.

An Unnatural Understanding of Nature

An avid traveller just needs an opportunity to move out and see the new paths and people doing the same things in multitudinous ways. The journey starts from nowhere and ends to pathless paths where the curiosity just speaks up the name of the land and the traveller ends up expanding there. This time I started for a small meet with an old friend and found myself exploring the humanity.

Waiting in an auto for people to come and fill the vacant space, I saw a charming girl coming. She stopped near the auto and looked at the temple with a smile. She sat inside and I observed the heavy makeup and the revealing dress she was wearing. People noticed her and moved out.

She was a transgender and may be a sex worker too. I sat next to her so that others can occupy the space and we all can move. The journey was a track of shame and uncultured words for her. People were discussing about sex so openly as if they were about to make out. Abusive words and torturing discussion, she took it all. Looking outside and ignoring everything happening inside. People called her unnatural and diseased. One who gets the fruit of bad karma in this form and also the one who is the cause of difficulty in others life.

Next day there were two coming for the ride. Well this time they are refused to sit inside as they harm the auto driver’s business. Abused again and thrown out like a useless part. In the name of nature we create differences and harm others. It’s not the creation that is abused but it is the creator.