The Lady in Red

Bruises and wounds......

Yesterday while going back in the metro...i experienced something that filled my heart with the same feeling of inferiority.

I was reading a "no interest book" , I had occupied the corner seat near the door, so as to notice people coming and going and that was the only way i was passing my time. I could not ignore when a girl rushed into this women's compartment as if she was running and just stood near to the gate which was closed and was not meant to open on this metro-line.

She wore a long red kurta with nehru neck and wore a typical English pajama which dancers wear oftenly. It was loose and would have allowed all the leg moments. And I could judge she was a dancer not only watching her attire but the tag at her bag  "Shiamak dance classes" and a line over her bag "dance fills life in the body" but what certainly grabbed my attention the most was her wet eyes. I was staring at her and she was least bothered, she was lost .She turned her face towards the glass on the metro door and wiped her eyes, she was crying. I could feel it, i started making assumptions of what would have happened. Her parents would have scolded her for choosing dance as a career or she would have fought with someone.

Or her trainer would have scolded her  and may be she liked her trainer and found him giving lessons to some other girl funny but i was thinking that, truly. That is actually chuckle-some to assume such reasons but i could just think of these at that point. 

Soon I saw the girl had some bruise over her neck and on her cheek even. 

she was least concerned about those and what i could just think further was that may be it was not the bruises over her face or neck but the wound in her heart which was more hurting.

She suddenly checked the station list over the line map and she again wiped her face with a wet tissue this time and applied a lip balm and left her hairs open. I felt like talking to her but couldn't, I knew i won't see her in the next few minutes, so i looked at the stations list and again looked at her.Now she was lost in her phone and she just smiled, may be she read a joke. Smiled like a kid and as soon as the train stopped at next stop she rushed out.... And i kept staring her and turned my head to watch her go...
This lady in red, seemed like any lady who was full of Dreams and Aspirations and was. She was denoting womanhood, just females could be that strong to cry and smile at the same time. Cry for the smallest reason and smile over the most insignificant thing. Every woman then seemed to me like that girl because they all would be facing one or the other problems at home.

look up to the sky

it rains for good.....

Now since I had worked for the whole long day...

I really wanted to be in the air..i wanted to breathe , that's quite reasonable.. why? Because I had never ever imagined to land up into a full time job..  Leaving college, friends, get together, parties, gossips with friends, roaming the city and many more stuff like that.

I am still with adjustments, i believe all girls learn it with time and for work we can say all boys too . Still there was something lacking. All the confidence i had in me was shaded..i believe it hid in some corner of my brains , i had forgotten things that made me feel super-excited element among my friends. I felt like i am isolated and left alone.

It had rained heavily yesterday and the same was expected today but for a few people's sake (bosses and workaholics) there was no rain and i was never among those few. I am among the ones who always wanted to be cool but the things around me had become hyper . I wanted that shower of happiness, blessings and all the pleasures of life.

I had a few more expectations, there was an urge of something that would make me feel good.

Self pity was the thing i was doing.....

I left my office as soon as my boss called me in the cabin to hand over the project to be looked over for the next day and said "Megh it is too late..so you may leave ". In my heart i felt all the butterflies flying all around making me feel so light and i dint wait for the next sec and left. I may have looked messed but as soon as i was out of the office zone i removed those ties of hair bands and freed myself of the pains of pins tightening my scalp and hair. 

I was feeling relieved...i was half way through to reach my stop when i felt that cool breeze blow through my hairs , making me shiver for a while. It was a sign for me , i stopped there and waited, looked up at the sky and in my heart i conversed with the mighty " Are you gonna be happy over me, because i think i need it .... would you shower some blessings from your bag, because i want to smile and feel overwhelmed..... would you do this favor to me". It took fraction of seconds and i was blessed.....

IT RAINED..... AND I WAS FEELING THE MOST HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD....

What I felt was wonderful ...the lightest shower as if god was playing games and was making some design over the earth...... the more it rained the more i shivered and the extent of my happiness increased .... i thought the reason was rain and i felt it as blessings.....

But the exact reason was i really needed to find one good reason to make me smile and excited , it could have been anything but at that moment it was rain....

I hope it works for all ...FIND A REASON TO SMILE :) :) it could be anything the minor thing you have been ignoring ... may be

god bless us all...