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.

:)