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The Broom

It was a small house in the slums opposite to where I was staying , having a small square window that showed a lot more than the house had to present to people who passed by. It all started when the broom moved across the window. The broom here used in a metaphorical sense. To me it seemed like she was hitting the child, with a broom. But in the hands of the woman, the child must have seen it as something much more intense. Something that she feared. The girl sat in the corner , thrust over there taking blow after blow from the very thing that removed dirt and dust below her very feet . Her only refuge was a red piece of cloth that she could use to protect herself. The blows kept coming one after another, the woman making sure not to leave even one part of the child’s body unscathed. She wore a yellow Pant and an olive green top. The blows kept coming and the pant now spotted a red makeover in the right leg. I could hear the phrase coming to life “your blood starts...
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Life is Suffering

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I was riding back home after meeting up with some friends. It was a long ride back home and I was almost out of petrol. I navigated the bike in one hand while holding the phone in the other. I kept an eye on the road too. Then as if in an instant a puppy ran across the road and stood in front of the path of the bike. I swerved to the right and closed my eyes holding onto any hope I had remaining. I could hear the screams of the puppy. I braked to one side and started walking backwards. About 5-6 dogs started barking and growling at me , one of them definitely seemed like the mother. I used the flashlight on my phone to shine light on the puppy. There were more than one ,but the particular idiot who stood in the middle of the road was of a particular pattern and was moving about. Relieved I walked back to the bike and kept going. Finally having found a petrol pump and refilled I was about to start the bike when a bike came in at a very high speed and hit a dog. The rider con...
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Leaving

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People walk by the doors all day long. Sometimes they come in walking ,some on a stretcher, some on a wheelchair, some being carried ,some getting shoulder support while they are being dragged. They are mostly in distress and hopeful as to what will happen. Some know the outcome while some are totally unaware. But leaving the Hospital is another situation altogether. The  three main kinds of people who leave the Hospital : 1. Patients who leave the Hospital in Full health and fully recovered. 2. Patient's who leave the Hospital and are due for follow up. 3. And finally the ones whose relative has passed away, they leave whilst crying through the Hospital doors. " DEATH is not the opposite of life,but a part of it" - Haruki Murakami
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Right and Wrong

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   What is right and what is wrong ? Are these terms relative or are they absolute? Did someone define these or is that decision left to the individual? It is very much possible that what might be wrong for one person might be right for another.  How then does one resolve these issue? Does the issue really need resolving ?  If there is no bad then does the concept of good even make sense anymore ? If there is no villain then the concept of hero becomes obsolete. In life many times one will come across a fork in the road where they have to take a decision, the decision that will decide whether they are good or bad. But whatever decision one takes there is a path that lies ahead. And without seeing that path no one will know whether took the right/ wrong decision. So take that leap of faith and do what your heart tells you to do, because if you ask your mind what to do it will give you 100 reasons for doing one thing and another 100 reasons for not doing it. Whatever y...
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The moon and its absence

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Don't be so sad, he kept thinking to to himself. The feeling will go away soon. Or maybe it is here to stay.  He was tired.  He was exhausted. He looked out at the expanse of the sky and the only thing staring back at him in all its brightness was the moon. "Who are you?" he asked as if expecting a reply from the gigantic body. And then he heard the reply," I am the light you seek in the darkness" "You aren't living, how can you speak?" He said as he checked if the Moon showed any signs of movement .  "But I am speaking and you are listening aren't you? " "You are just a figment of my imagination." He said to the Moon. "Well it's pretty arrogant of you to think that the Moon is your imagination. " came the reply. " I will close my eyes and this will all end" he said as he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes.       It was gone the Moon and the Voice.  But in its ABsence he felt a longing for the p...
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Waiting for it to end

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Waiting for this to end  I have been postponing this for so long. It's been so long that I have even forgot why I began in the first place.  Did it give me happiness or was it a form of expression.  Isn't the ability to express yourself an expression of  happiness?  Or is it the ability to be understood by the one we are explaining to a criterion to be happy. Are you able to understand what I am saying ?  Have I been able to make myself happy because I am can express it. No wait , have I been able to make myself happy because you can understand it . Yes that's putting it better . So are we trying to be happy for ourselves or are we trying to be happy because that's supposed to be a good thing ?  How would we know if it's a good or bad thing. Sorrow and sadness are in their own right , appropriate when mourning loss of someone or something. So caught up in this dichotomy of good or bad. Maybe I'll just keep posting my thoughts here waiting f...
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Money Money Money

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Money should never be thrown around. If it's on the floor it's often picked up, I think part of it is because of it's explicit value.  If a 1 dollar note was on the ground people would pick it up slowly,if it was a 50 dollar note people would rush to pick it up. Yet if there is paper on the floor people pick it up with leisure, some don't even bother to pick it up. So why this discrepancy? It's often said to not give money more importance than it deserves, why then do we not heed that saying.  Or Maybe I'm just too lazy to pick up the coins and notes off the floor.  Even I have to admit ,if I see a 100 dollar note I would rush to pick it up as well.  Or maybe I should just step on it and carry on with my work, that way when I need money I have to search for it and it's not readily at my disposal I may end up saving it.
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Blame it on the Night

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All along these roads I see darkness, Is anyone there ? I'm trying to throw away my sadness, Can you hear me cry ? I carry on the path with farsightedness, I think someone is calling out to me. Somewhere along the road ..... I met kind heartedness, She says she will tell me a secret. She told  me about mindfulness , Silence is golden indeed.
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