I see love wherever I go. Mommy's love, Papa's love, best friend's love, love of soul-mates. Then I feel like saying," Oh dear God, it's a beautiful place down here". Our lives share a strong network with people we know and with those whom we know not. It may happen that someone unknown, unknowingly teaches us the way to live life. It could be a stranger passing by road or a new student in class or a small chirping bird. Even sunrise gives enough. Because all these elements when work to set things right for us, they shower nothing but love, in their own way which restrains itself from being visible to them and to us. All that one needs, is love.
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Edward Jones, a retired clerk of Mumbai telephone exchange; lead his whole life searching bliss. Now, he is old. He is 78. Once he thought he would never require anybody to make his life better. But here he is, sitting outside his house on chair thinking about his lost love, wasted life, his son - who would never return and his own house that is under the hammer of auctioneer. He wants to sit and talk about everything happened so far but the later is missing. He thinks; when we are young life is too short to do big things and when we grow old, suddenly life seems big. Big enough to grant you your share of happiness, your wishes and big enough to engulf it all.
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Seema Bhandari, a young ardent painter from Mumbai. She always felt that the colors she puts on the canvas so aesthetically are like life, vibrant. Her dream art was to put life onto that leather canvas of her's. Painting and admiring beauty of life was the only thing she knew. Putting in other words, life was her perfect dream.
Now what she dreams about is that horrible night when her love for life, the passion for people and enthusiasm was ravished. The violators may have got the deserved judgement after four painful years, but she finds no reason to paint, smile or giggle or laugh.
Life has suddenly become a burden on her which was once a beautiful aspiration of an artist. Outside that big window of her room, the world seems so small to her. She is not able to find a place where she can go and get back that same smile on her face, that enthusiasm and that life.
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Chotu alias Aashrit, an eleven year old child who knew only football and cricket. He never knew what life was. A bliss or a curse, a burden or a companion but thought it to be limited to cricket and football. He never knew that many aren't blessed with a caring father and a loving mother. He was scared of only one thing, home works. But now, he knows everything. That what and how it is like without a caring father and a loving mother. He has realized at such a young age that the world is much bigger and unfair outside the football ground. It's not that his Papa and Mommy are dead or they have left him. It's just that after that Sunday when he went to play football, he could not see the next day with his dear ones. When he woke up, he found himself at a construction site. Then he was traded to a restaurateur.
It has been eight months now since then and he has no where to go other than the small tea stall, his work place. Now, he is afraid of nothing. What he hopes and prays now is nothing but for monsoon. He feels no connection with god until it rains.
June 6th, monsoon has come as early as humans allowed it to. Well, I guess everything has got it's constraints.
The very first drop gave the feeling of freedom, happiness, peace and that bliss which they all searched for. Unlike Chotu, Edward and Seema couldn't feel God but certainly love touched them. A sense of joy ran through their spines. As of Chotu, this was his happy moment. May be their problems won't get solved, but this moment belongs to them which no one can take away.
That's how life is. It never gives solution for our problems, but it definitely gives ample to rejoice for.
And guess what? I found love between raindrops and those three musketeers.
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Edward Jones, a retired clerk of Mumbai telephone exchange; lead his whole life searching bliss. Now, he is old. He is 78. Once he thought he would never require anybody to make his life better. But here he is, sitting outside his house on chair thinking about his lost love, wasted life, his son - who would never return and his own house that is under the hammer of auctioneer. He wants to sit and talk about everything happened so far but the later is missing. He thinks; when we are young life is too short to do big things and when we grow old, suddenly life seems big. Big enough to grant you your share of happiness, your wishes and big enough to engulf it all.
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Seema Bhandari, a young ardent painter from Mumbai. She always felt that the colors she puts on the canvas so aesthetically are like life, vibrant. Her dream art was to put life onto that leather canvas of her's. Painting and admiring beauty of life was the only thing she knew. Putting in other words, life was her perfect dream.
Now what she dreams about is that horrible night when her love for life, the passion for people and enthusiasm was ravished. The violators may have got the deserved judgement after four painful years, but she finds no reason to paint, smile or giggle or laugh.
Life has suddenly become a burden on her which was once a beautiful aspiration of an artist. Outside that big window of her room, the world seems so small to her. She is not able to find a place where she can go and get back that same smile on her face, that enthusiasm and that life.
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Chotu alias Aashrit, an eleven year old child who knew only football and cricket. He never knew what life was. A bliss or a curse, a burden or a companion but thought it to be limited to cricket and football. He never knew that many aren't blessed with a caring father and a loving mother. He was scared of only one thing, home works. But now, he knows everything. That what and how it is like without a caring father and a loving mother. He has realized at such a young age that the world is much bigger and unfair outside the football ground. It's not that his Papa and Mommy are dead or they have left him. It's just that after that Sunday when he went to play football, he could not see the next day with his dear ones. When he woke up, he found himself at a construction site. Then he was traded to a restaurateur.
It has been eight months now since then and he has no where to go other than the small tea stall, his work place. Now, he is afraid of nothing. What he hopes and prays now is nothing but for monsoon. He feels no connection with god until it rains.
June 6th, monsoon has come as early as humans allowed it to. Well, I guess everything has got it's constraints.
The very first drop gave the feeling of freedom, happiness, peace and that bliss which they all searched for. Unlike Chotu, Edward and Seema couldn't feel God but certainly love touched them. A sense of joy ran through their spines. As of Chotu, this was his happy moment. May be their problems won't get solved, but this moment belongs to them which no one can take away.
That's how life is. It never gives solution for our problems, but it definitely gives ample to rejoice for.
And guess what? I found love between raindrops and those three musketeers.
