A girl who does video chat…

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.


Am I the only one?

Am I the only one who is not able to find the purpose of life? Am I the only one who is not being able to understand what people want from me? Am I the only one who comes up with the question of whether I am needed in this world? Am I the only one who is afraid of being a piece of unwanted thing lying in some corner worthless? Am I the only one who is not being kissed and told how much someone loves me? Am I the only one who is not being hugged and said don’t worry, I am there for you? Am I the only one, who is trying to run away from the home and the gloominess it has to offer? Am I the only one seduced by the thought of leaping to death? Am I the only one who believes that my happiness lies amidst nature? Am I the only one looking for the far-reaching landscape of hills? Am I the only one who is looking not for solitary but combined solitary? Am I the only one?



She lives in a rented slum, persistently and consistently stitching her broken life from the last seven years, after her husband’s sudden death. Her little sanctum is always flooded with pieces of clothes, waiting in great anticipation to get a new form. She is not only known for her skill, but also for establishing and maintaining relationships with her clients. She is survived by two sons and one daughter. She asked me, whether she should wear a sari for the picture. I said it’s OK. She is the living example of indomitable soul.