Sanguity is the new change :')

Today i was walking on the streets heading towards railway station. It was a normal day. Sun showing off its hotness. Fruit sellers earning their bread and butter. A group of girls giggling and having fun. Mother buying balloons for her kid that gets a bright smile on that innocent face Leaves dancing. Birds singing their jingles. I plugged my skullcandy earphones, swaying to the tunes of "i knew you were trouble" by Taylor Swift, that's when i heard a non familiar voice "Excuse me", which broke my motion and certainly i turned back to respond. Yes? 
   There was a lady on activa asking me whether i was going towards station? I said yes with a hesitant tone and a confused look. Come sit, even i am going there, i'll drop you said that lady. There was still a question mark on my face, several questions running through my mind. Why me? What if her intentions are wrong? Is she a thief? What if she kidnaps me by giving this offer? What if she takes me to some secret place? Does she want my wallet? What is she up to? Reading my bewildered face she said "come beta don't worry, i'll drop you safe". I accepted her offer and decided to go with the flow. My mind was clouded with questions and sudden hault made me realise that i was already at the station, safe and risk free. I gave her a thanking smile to which she returned with equal warmth.
 She helped me with pure intentions but i was the one who was judging her. There are people who wants to genuinely help people but we are blind folded by negativity. Residing in the world with increasing crimes, we believe that every individual who  wants to help you unconditionally has some wrong intentions. He/she has some plans to harm us or is trying to manipulate us. But we should not fail to remember that there are people who wants to help. May be because they believe more in giving instead of just taking. We mistake such person as maniacs where actually we are lunatic. Don't get so lost into negativity that you blur your positive vision where all seems fake to you. Spreading sanguinity is the new change!

Strokes of nature..!!

She was lying on her double bed, ceiling staring at her with "glow in the dark" stars on it. Wondering how distinctly life has changed from childhood to adolescence. Where in childhood the hardest decision was to choose right crayon and now you are here, experiencing all new changes physically as well as mentally. Constantly torn between choosing the perfect people, maintaining perfect relations,  most importantly trying to be perfect which actually is fictitious. Pretermiting that being perfect is not as important as being real. We try to imitate something, which we are not in order to sound eligible for the hang out group. and we persist to live as "second copy" leaving behind the original version of YOU. 
  In order to cut herself from on-going thoughts she got up and started gazing out the window at the world outside. The nature, which is precisely real and beautiful. The flickering of colorful butterflies. Bat's hangout on trees. Flying high of the birds, unbothered. . The evening jingles of the birds. Two fluffy brown colored dogs passionately playing with smiley ball. How delightful it was! She could differentiate the existence of two different world - 1). Fake and masked world of humans and 2). Prepossessing world of nature and most importantly real. She could witness the nest where mother bird was feeding the baby bird which was immensely beautiful! Colorful flowers added strokes to the beauty. All of sudden it started lightning on a summer evening leaving people puzzled. And it starts raining, heavily. She could see the hustle and bustle on the roads. Some running as fast as they could in order to protect themselves from getting wet, ladies covering their heads with duppattas, some stepping under the roof of shops while some actually dancing and enjoying rains. Kids making paper boats allowing them to float, clapping and that innocent laughs, a laughter of joy. She poured her face outside window, allowing water droplets to touch her. Lips smiling, eyes were closed facing black clouds and arms were opened wide. She welcomed the cool breeze and wanted this moment to standstil. Loosening her tied muffled hairs, she allowed air to play with them. She enjoyed the fragrance of wet mud and got intensely lost. She felt heavenly. "Thudd", sound of something heavy felling down, broke her asthetic pleassure. She was shocked watching a part of tree felling due to the storm. Her eyes searching for that nest and within nanoseconds she spotted the nest shattered. No clue of the bird and baby birds. Their sweet little home was destroyed. Salty water started running down her cheeks. She could connect this incident with people. Falling of a stem was just like failing relations. The last minute everything seemed so happy, wonderful and perfect and other minute everything was destroyed. Destroyed in a such way that nothing will be same like it was. Sudden storm would take away so much which you have never imagined of. How depressing it becomes, no clue. Just like tree couldn't express its melancholy, same way we fall short of words.                                                    Taking deep breath and dropping down those downhearted thoughts, she decides to plant a tree, pledging to take care and nurture it in every possible way. So after few years she could again witness the innocent baby birds being fed by mother bird. And there is no need to go to flashback in order to re-live those gleeful moment.