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Friday 8 February 2013

A trailer…

A trailer....by my friend: Amit Singh 

21st August 2001, half past five in the evening, the sky was as black as trodden black road and looked vigorously wild and furious, the trees were shaking, and streets were wet, the dazzling drops of monsoon patting against the tin walls of bus stand, making it difficult to see far, and hear nothing but the deadly song of furiously shaking and dancing rainy drops of monsoon. All I could observe was the absence of traffic and with more conscious effort, few children jumping, shouting, hopping in and around the muddy monsoon puddles, Suddenly I saw a figure in pure white churidar salwar suite, and light blue duppata, she was uncared about the rain, her hair was soaked with the rainy water and she was completely wet, She was someone who turned out to be my life , my dream my inspiration and my motivation, who brought true pleasure to my senses, where meaning meant nothing, but the joy, purity and pleasure was all she defined was the best I  could get explained from her, she was Anya Sharma. 

She came closer to me and all I could see, deep blue eyes, her eyes revealed unresolved queries, and her tangled wet hair, which she was uncared of, waving due to blowing unchecked winds. The sadness was creeping on her face, I couldn’t make out whether she had tears in her eyes or not due to the rainy drops of monsoon waving around her face, All I knew that , something was seriously out of way. She looked into my eyes, and I moved closer to her, she embraced me gently and her blue eyes were constantly looking at me and trying to speak out , we could share nothing but silence, I could hear while she was breathing unconsciously, I could feel the warmth, but could make out nothing, then she kissed gently on my forehead, her lips touched like petals of red roses being adored by the crystal drops of monsoon, we looked each other in peace and hoping the time to get paralyzed and seize to advance, so that we could stay forever, till the world ends, and destiny writes it’s new script. 


She grasped my hands more strongly as if something would fast slip into its grave. Before I could speak, her lips touched mine, and her eyes were closed hiding fear, unresolved queries and Anya ultimately. Her lips were touching, forcing gently towards me, and so was mine, and we grabbed, embraced each other more strongly than before feeling the intimate warmth, my heart was kicking, beating and pounding like the drummer beating it’s drum until it burst out due to the rampant energy. My lips moved to her neck and hands round her waist kissing passionately till the nature burst and whole world slips into deep somberness. She was getting warm, unconscious, holding me tightly and mourning. She suddenly pushed me away, but before I could move back she came to me tightly again and was kissing unaltered, and looking closely , curiously and instantly into my eyes and suddenly I could see tear rolling down her eyes.

Before I could say anything, she said in soft gentle voice” Fulfill your wish, live your dream and carry your

tradition, and get those glittering ranks on your shoulders, with the shining blue uniform. 

Right! Your ultimate wish, get those! I wish I could see that, But I am sorry. I am terribly sorry. I wanted to say my ultimate wish includes you, but I was too late to say that, she ran as if something was haunting her. She disappeared in those heavy rains beating against the rough roads, making it difficult to find my way without her.

This is not the end of my story, because I believe that every end has it’s beginning, it ends for a new beginning, and it begins when I was not aware what love, passion, dream and tradition is meant for…, but when I realized it, it turned my life, and I found someone I would not like to miss it, even I miss all those.
  


Thursday 13 September 2012

Why not we? When they can...


DISABILITY IS NOT A PROBLEM IF YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE  
Swapna Augustine from Pothanicad, Kerala,was born without arms but paints with her toes.
Hats Off to Her Spirit ! 

 

Its My India !
courtesy :
 
A Mother just takes care and does all that she can, to her child even after losing her arms. Live always with a positive thought and keep hoping and trying until you win the race. When all these people can do all that they want, why not we? Just remember that God is always with you and more importantly you and your work to be done is in your hands. Try helping people around you and am sure you will feel a heart-full of happiness and will have a smile, feeling that you achieved something. Do work, so as to not hurt anyone and help or donate to those who require, with what you have....!



And see this pic, where a child is feeding her mother who has no arms.
 Really touching.
Helping and donating has no limits. Its just that you see people smiling all around, with which even you will be smiling. 



                                                                                                                            Please try and never lose the hope....!
Do watch and listen to the words of Nick Vujicic in "God Hears Your Cry" in below video:

A SALUTE TO THIS COUPLE..!!
Ahmad, 26 and his wife Fatima, 25 are disabled. The wife without feet and the husband without hands,
He eats by her hands and she walks by his feet....
Awesome...!!
This disabled couple proves that there is hope for the rest of us. He has no arms and she has no legs but what they are able to accomplish is remarkable. She takes care of him good and he’s able to do almost everything with his feet. Moreover, in their everyday life they do all the housework without any help from the others. They are an amazing couple.
       
                        
          
Keep Smiling :)
Thank you.