sparks in the rains
The bus was cramped ,windows pulled down.It was too humid. another day just like everyday.It was pouring ,wet , humid..the beauty of the rain was gone what stayed was thunder and feeling of a cold stranger. An old lady with a little baby sat next to me.I was sleepy and tired . The baby smiled .It was an infectious spark of happiness, so beautiful it made me smile too but when i looked around i saw only regretful ,sad faces.Faces with unhappy cold stares .It made my spark die but the baby smiled all the way.
I walked home all the way wondering why & how the baby was able to stay so happy, surrounded with only quiet sadness .
At the traffic signal the man standing next to me had a emotional breakdown ,he cupped his face in his palms and cried with tears mixing with the rain . The rain washed of his tears but his pain he didn't allow to wash off . The cry became a sob but the pain remained in his eyes.He didn't allow me to touch him or ask him why he cried, i stood beside him. Cars didn't stop, a few people waited ,few looked, few stared, few asked. What should have i done?He was a stranger breathing in his suffering.A police official asked me if i knew him and told me to go if i wanted.
I left , I walked away with a spark of happiness and a cry of pain.
The bus was cramped ,windows pulled down.It was too humid. another day just like everyday.It was pouring ,wet , humid..the beauty of the rain was gone what stayed was thunder and feeling of a cold stranger. An old lady with a little baby sat next to me.I was sleepy and tired . The baby smiled .It was an infectious spark of happiness, so beautiful it made me smile too but when i looked around i saw only regretful ,sad faces.Faces with unhappy cold stares .It made my spark die but the baby smiled all the way.
I walked home all the way wondering why & how the baby was able to stay so happy, surrounded with only quiet sadness .
At the traffic signal the man standing next to me had a emotional breakdown ,he cupped his face in his palms and cried with tears mixing with the rain . The rain washed of his tears but his pain he didn't allow to wash off . The cry became a sob but the pain remained in his eyes.He didn't allow me to touch him or ask him why he cried, i stood beside him. Cars didn't stop, a few people waited ,few looked, few stared, few asked. What should have i done?He was a stranger breathing in his suffering.A police official asked me if i knew him and told me to go if i wanted.
I left , I walked away with a spark of happiness and a cry of pain.
innocence, unaware of reality, is always happy...
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that was an amazing experience...glad u shared it...
Cheers!
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