She was walking in the midst of a confabulatory crowd with hazy sets of dreams playing in the mind. She was content with them. Happy to listen to them, sad to come back to the reality. This life was beautiful. Lots of beatific moments lit up her face. The happy laughters arround her somehow made not much difference. She was happy being there, in her own happy space. Inside her blissful bubble. Away from the monotonous and boring daily routine.
But someday someone strange came up to her and asked her how she was.
How are you?' was a simple question. But obviously some simple questions can't be answered, and some others make you glad. This question made both.
A smile was all she could give. Rest of the seconds she sat staring at that person, trying to figure out why this person gained so much of her attention just because of one question asked. Because she couldn't stop. Everyday she would search for that person, forget to get back to her happy void, hoping to read that soul as much as her brain could understand.
She had seen no one who was interested in her life. She had thought life was like that, worrying only about our beauties and beasts, helping people only when they asked. She had forgotten that life was much more. That sometimes being courageous enough to step back from our daily routines and saying hi to some other similarly distressed soul makes such a huge difference to them. That making time to listen to the beautiful stories that otherwise would just perish inside a lonely mind would make such big difference in their life. Sometimes taking care of another person, another creature Or another thing teaches us much more than listening to our own stories.
Let's ask them. Listen to them. Appreciate their fancies. Cos we have more than just ample time to listen to ours. Let's start moving from mine to ours. Let's be the coolest.
Walking, Dreaming, smiling.
Shreeraksha Naik
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