Angels

We do not realize it. The day we do, its gonna be nothing less that a miracle. If you ask me about the concept of 'angels' I would rather tell you, some random 5th grade girl crap, to save my Image, you know.

But deep down in my heart, I believe in them. They are around us. The one whose reading it or not reading it, or never going to read it.Whoever and Everyone.

But here's about someone who did not fit. I do not who she was. She lived in the PG above my house. she was dark. Very Gloomy. Plump. A Murder Victim.And she never really smiled. About thrice, I banged into her. She didnt say Sorry.Just kept her lame staring into my frame. When i said Sorry, she dint even seem to take it.

This seemed rude.

So I somehow resolved that SHE "was" definitely NOT an angel.

Till one day.

When I was in the balcony. While going back inside, i saw her sitting on the stairs.She was alone as always. She did not notice me. I saw her holding a mirror close to her face. And she was looking through herself.Though her Skin. Through the Flecks and Faults. Through her own judgement of Beauty.

And I Realized my part. There's a life breathing into everyone.

A story carrying itself form miles and miles to where life is leading it.

If she was so sensitive towards herself, she was surely to others too.

What lies inside her, is still a Mystery.

And not only in her. With millions of those faces whom we see, or don't see. And we never mean to read what life may bring. The Seasons. Rains or Heat. Blood or Sweat. Acceptance and Rejection.

:)

Things.Untitled.

"Things that don't mean at all, means the most."

My blanket; which chills me at night, telling me I have a lot to do before I put myself to sleep and then warms me in the morning, singing me lullabies when I withdraw into my burrows not willing to face the FEARS of the day.

The balcony; that learnt equal lessons that I did.Saw the rains. Saw the seasons. Saw my first love. Saw the first love-lost, saw the final-wala love. Adored with me, the sky,the birds and the people in my deep-thinking sessions, dekko me praying to the moon at nights and raising my head in silent supplication to the heavens!

The coffee-mug; that silently held my hand and gave me warm and sweet courage and willpower to go on and on when I struck in the state of diffidence.

The cellphone; who saw the plethora of last dialed calls, missed calls, should-i-or-should-i-not calls and of course, the user busy. saved texts, unwillingly deleted texts. Life-changing fights and decisions taken on its screen and awaited Delivery-reports.

The art-file; which opens up a completely different side of me.A Side of me, who observes, appreciates, sees through the beauty in small life-less things and devours the euphoric colors.

The flower-pot; which was chosen as the fittest to be thrown over the heads of who-shall-not-be-named types, which was never touched but gave me assurance, if anything goes wrong, I could always use it.

The mirror; that helped me rehearse and see through the faults and flaws. When wanted, it made the superstar come out and when needed, it made me see the person who will always strive with me no matter what comes fore.

For these have also helped me come a long way.

For these have seen me getting over few stories and happily making space for new ones.

For these have helped me let go people whom i thought were my life.

For these saw me once again, believing in another chance.Believing in forgiveness.

For they have seen me growing up through the temperamental me, who has gone past,hitherto.

for they are untitled of all the credit that they deserved. Unspoken but Understood.

For these are still here, just like few silent friends.

:)