Okayyyy.. well here is my first blog! I cant believe it ..LOL! neva thought I'd have "Blog Fright". it may look like an easy job but definitely ain't one.
Anyways, its my first attempt, i hope you would appreciate it and help me with your useful suggestions..
It is something that just happened with me quite recently. I was on my way to do my Radio Show which happens to Be lucky enough to go on air every Wednesday, 8 to 9pm, a time when most of the people are really busy.
As i was on my way to work (boy i for some reason i love sayin that!) I saw a woman sitting on a footpath (in our country a hot place for all the poor and needy people). there was something different about her, she wasn't looking all filthy and dirty or hopeless as most of the lot that sits near traffic signals does! She had an aura of, surprisingly... dignity and bravery. She wore a black dress with typical embroidery of flowers and suns and stars which tell a different story on different pieces of clothes they are made as if, as if they want people to know that they are not just patterns stitched from needle and thread, they are more than that, they are fighting for their identity as everyone else is surviving to be known.
Everything about her, even from quite a distance appealed me just as a beautiful flower appeals a proud butterfly. Curious and drawn to her like a magnet i started walking towards her.. i did not care about the humongous rush of the traffic or people including fruit vendors, bus drivers, conductors, beggars, pedestrians shouting or talking , i did not even bother to pay attention to those whose silence used to talk , mixing its silence with the sounds that were a part of everyday routine . sounds which made an environment that provided everyone a secure feeling of being together in a world in which often loved ones become strangers..
I kept walking towards her. The more i got nearer, the more my senses tried their level best to keep up with me. I got nearer and nearer and she seemed farther away . At last when my sore feet finally gave the signal to my brain that according to them they have reached their destination and my blurred vision started to get clear a little my eyes grew wide with shock. I knew her...I knew who she was ...
TBC...
Anyways, its my first attempt, i hope you would appreciate it and help me with your useful suggestions..
It is something that just happened with me quite recently. I was on my way to do my Radio Show which happens to Be lucky enough to go on air every Wednesday, 8 to 9pm, a time when most of the people are really busy.
As i was on my way to work (boy i for some reason i love sayin that!) I saw a woman sitting on a footpath (in our country a hot place for all the poor and needy people). there was something different about her, she wasn't looking all filthy and dirty or hopeless as most of the lot that sits near traffic signals does! She had an aura of, surprisingly... dignity and bravery. She wore a black dress with typical embroidery of flowers and suns and stars which tell a different story on different pieces of clothes they are made as if, as if they want people to know that they are not just patterns stitched from needle and thread, they are more than that, they are fighting for their identity as everyone else is surviving to be known.
Everything about her, even from quite a distance appealed me just as a beautiful flower appeals a proud butterfly. Curious and drawn to her like a magnet i started walking towards her.. i did not care about the humongous rush of the traffic or people including fruit vendors, bus drivers, conductors, beggars, pedestrians shouting or talking , i did not even bother to pay attention to those whose silence used to talk , mixing its silence with the sounds that were a part of everyday routine . sounds which made an environment that provided everyone a secure feeling of being together in a world in which often loved ones become strangers..
I kept walking towards her. The more i got nearer, the more my senses tried their level best to keep up with me. I got nearer and nearer and she seemed farther away . At last when my sore feet finally gave the signal to my brain that according to them they have reached their destination and my blurred vision started to get clear a little my eyes grew wide with shock. I knew her...I knew who she was ...
TBC...
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