She meets him...

SHE IS THERE FOR HIM....

In the silence of the room he laid there all alone, betrayed by life, left with those fading memories of the changing seasons of life. there he held a small piece of torn out two pieces of one photo which he now glued together...staring at that glued but near his heart photo , he can feel the blurring memories crossing his mind. He can feel her face when she smiled first time, that glitter in her young eyes. that shyness on her eyelashes, the poetic view of her standing in balcony. it was then her ocean of heart feels the first drop of love falling in it..the first sign from life to fly...
He suddenly opens his eyes , turns them around the house , in hope if he can find someone whom to narrate the beautiful love moments of his life...and once again he chooses to close his eyes as he knows life has left no one near him for it...her scars are fearing him now.
He relive her in his heart..memories once again starts drizzling how they met..tears ran down her cheeks when he asks her first time to be with him for life. how he had took her hand first time and feel the warmth of her body, that whispers of his breath that tickles her under neck and she cuddles her up some more within herself..first kiss keeps all deal. That lively memory when they married...how she enters his life ,decorated their house with their love n affection. He actually living that past life in his thoughts ..forgetting all scars of life now...and suddenly something depressed him. he starts feeling uneasy..why ..! why enters. He still did'nt remember how n why a distance a long time starts departing them..they departs.!! they broke..! they cried..! the agony of life. life is playing its favorite game...took a howling turn...heal it..no no no..heal it and it laughs..!

A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye..he shiver a little and cuddles in pain with the photo of her and him. He listens, someone whispering, yuss there is someone,,the room is giving him some ease now.who.life NO..he can hear the soft voice..i am here, near you just beside you..hold my hand ..feel the warmth as you did first time you holds it..hold it..he raises his hand slowly..held it freely in air..takes a deep breath and yuss from his old eyes he can see a smoky, icy...blurred up hand filling the gaps between his fingers. His heart and takes the last breath.....She is there for him.....THOUGHTS..!!!

Another Face That Hides...

Another Face That Hides...

It happened to me a few days ago.As par my daily schedule, it is the time for me to leave the office after evening tea. One of my friend was waiting for me outside the office, she was there to give me lift to my home. We met and skipping the idea to go to home directly we headed towards McD. It was there , the thought came to my mind that we live in a prententious, polished &overly sophisticated world created by ourselves but i allowed the thought to slip away.
After that as i was taking a lift with her. She is well cultivated , sweetness personafied, chatting away with me- till her driver took a wrong turn. Then , she screams at the driver questioning his consciousness & berating him. It  takes a moment for her 'ugly' face to switch back into the pleasant one you know, but a lifetime for you to forget!
Now, that the thought at McD, recovers from the neglected part of my mind. Hell Yeah! we live in a world of sophisticated, well behaved cultivated persona, Have you ever witnessed a gentleman with cultivated tones and a sensitive attitude, suddenly turn around, shouts badly at his secretary or peon, before turning back to you and resuming his cultivated persona? In that split second that he lets his another face to reveal, you have witnessed him do irreparable damage to the hours of build-up he executed for you.

The question is why we let our  anger only against those who cannot retaliate? Or, unleash the demons within us when we imagine nobody is looking?  It is said every society is judged by how it treats the least fortunate amongst them. For the true touchstone of our character is the way we treat those less fortunate than us, not our equals and superiors. 

How can intentions and character be tested till you have actually been faced with temptation? And, so if a man who plays a sensitive , well mannered corporate but ill-treats the peon outside his office room. it is the latter for which he should be judged not the former..!The truth lies not in the spic and span marble flooring but in the dust that has been swept under the carpet.

we all have two faces, the good one and the bad one...The true test of character is not the existence of the bad one but in your ability to suppress it even when no one is there to look or judge...!