Aastha...spreading belief

 Sometimes its quite interesting to wait at airport, specially when you expect boredom during those virtually endless waiting hrs. One such expectation of mine was crashed by the wonderful people around that I started observing, and the flow of thoughts some good, some funny or may be weird too. A pilot not a local eating alone, barely looking away from the food..must be those hectic schedules and the hunger or may be just the feeling of eating alone. Not being judgmental, but we can have so many thoughts. A couple, a rare in appearance.. the lady is not even reaching the man's shoulders in height..still a perfect couple....happy....love is blind...how does that matter. A family, where the child is making parents run after him, throughout the court for getting fed. This kid is a smart one, giving his parents a good shot of gym.....but oops dad still has a paunch....Surprise!!!! A big family, Yash Raj Films types...who stays together who laughs together, eats together ...

As I open my eyes, my day begins with your smiling bright face. Your vibrant glowing face reflects on my face. I love cozily hiding some more in my quilt when you look upon from my window this morning. Still irresistible you, make me reach my balcony to meet you. Your fragrance with the breeze kiss my cheeks red, playing with my hair, stroking them softly. You give me hope and energy. I love you. Oh ! you warm sun of the new winter morning!

In their eyes, their innocence, laughter, smiles, cries, their little games, their fights,their complaints, their singing and dancing.....lies the God, lies the peace, lies the happiness...we daily search for. Orphan "home" as they call it. I always used to wonder, what kind of people are they, who abandon their children? What will happen to the child,  who could not even express their hunger? It is saddening. In my definition things should be perfect, no place called orphanage or old-age home. But reality is not perfect....nothing is ideal.. I have so many friends, who frequent these orphanages, spend time with its inmates….just to share some moments of happiness with them or help them…and definitely a noble thought. Some of them asked me also to go along. I had helped them monetarily sometimes, with whatever I could. But was always reluctant to go there. Thought of going there brought a sad and guilty feeling always. I felt a collective failure in me, as a human bein...