I am writing after a long gap. I think I should continue to write again, and daily, without bothering myself about what others think. I have always been a silent person. I wasn’t like this 10 years back, but some time life hits you so badly that it makes you a completely different person out of you. I accept that I easily fall in love with the person who makes me feel that I am not alone in this fast-paced life. A small gesture of care from others makes me love them madly. I have very selective friends and even a small text from them makes my day. I find happiness in small things, things that are done with good heart and without expectations. I revel in watching flowers grow, marvel at the beautiful red and orange colors of a sunrise or sunset. Every morning I get up in hope of finding something worth sharing with others. I see this girl sitting in front of the Closed shop of total sports at Dadar through the window of the bus I catch for the station. In the left hand, she holds mobile, while right hand she uses to make a gesture. She does video chat because she can’t talk. Yes, she is a differently abled person, but her smile speaks volumes. Every time I look at her, she proves me wrong, wrong about life, wrong about it not being worthy, because every time I look at her all I want to do is live.