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.