“So, what are you going to do now? Are you boarding that train?” K asked pointing toward the train trying to sound casual. He knew why the Gods have planned to send him back. The country was in a severe condition and this man, this soul had the power to bring the situations in balance.
For long term measures, we need to revive our lakes and ponds. Implement RWH system in all our buildings and encourage people to plant more trees. We need to shutdown factories that consume so much water, why do we care about liquor, beverages, cars and expensive merchandise when we can’t even rinse our butt after a poop?
Jack, who is otherwise serious to most people, is very loving to his nephew. He shuffled the boy’s mushroom cut hair and said, “Don’t worry, we will get our very own seat, but you have to be willing take all the troubles that come along the way.” – For that is what life is about, Mr. Jack added in his mind.
He stopped…
Here we ended the conversation. At the end, I was left in awe with his philosophies. Let’s hope, his thoughts and teachings inspire the world and help people to with music as their companion. All I can say is that, I am more than fortunate to have been his student. Had I not been his student, maybe, life would seem meaningless!
I wished my dreams were true
I could see the world go blind
Why O Lord,
You robbed away my sight
What was my fault,
You made me Blind!
In his ten years of life, Bonku had come to realize that his father despised him with a certain dedication. He was scolded often for not having enough friends, for being a favorite pick among the school bullies, for failing to be the class topper and for still sobbing for his mother at night. His weakness angered his father, and his anger humiliated him. That had linked them together somehow.
Rai: Housekeeper? But you never liked having a housekeeper when did you get this one?
John: About a month back. I never wanted one, but she was good, does all the work, she needed work and, (small pause) And I had promised.
Lilly took the bus home. Trying hard not to show any emotions. In front of her, a couple was holding hands. That view made it harder, not to break down in tears.
Death is a mystery; its ignorance puts a veil before us and keeps us guessing. We believe the unknown and disbelieve the known. Train no. 4213 keeps missing.
Having seen a woman inside, I waved my hands in hope but with strained access could hardly speak a sheer sentence of help, “Could you help me please…?”