Category: Feelingstories

The Baby Saying.

We can see these kinds of swag people in so many places, they don’t have a home, they move from barefoot one place to another today here tomorrow somewhere even they don’t know, They are striving a lot to earn the money and for their bread. As per my observation, they are masters in so many arts, They are skilled in so many technics while demonstrating their talent you could see it and they can do anything, they can ready to take the risk without fear.

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...But one thing I have observed today, these people were struggling a lot at the corner of the road, So many children standing beside the road watching them and giving the smile to the baby, She was floating at the very top, tied tightly to a tall pole edge by old saree clothe, That dad holding her,she was thinking that “I’m so safe on my dad” and throwing smile back on the children, even she doesn’t know anything…

Some people are blessed because they have all, no one knows, what will happen in the future in their life, and in our lives too, The time has the power which can change everything at any time, Today an ordinary stone turns beautiful idol tomorrow similarly she would become a great person tomorrow,

Still, I could imagine her milky smile in closed eyes, the baby sending messages to me that be humble on us, stay with kind-hearted.

The Postman

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Two decades back, The technology hadn’t become so much popular, we all were not using mails, Phones, Facebook, Twitter like any other social network, I am staying in India as a 1990’s kid,  I have seen both, from untechnology to upgraded  and I have overcome from the human values slightly turning as the money,  The full of greenery village’s becoming like burning paper, So many forests are filled by buildings, The hills have been eroded by people. Etc, etc.

That time only we have had used letters to communicate one to another, the postman carries our belongings letters to our home, We were eagerly waiting to read it, who had written? and what was the matter in it ?.  The postman roaming one place to another to distribute the letters to the people amidst always he got one more duty that So many were giving the messages him to pass their acquaintances in the next village. Even the postman welcoming their messages with glad, he was enjoying it.

If the postman comes to our home, First, we had offered him some cold water, juice, fruit, etc. This was our way of showing gratitude.  Then at home, everyone had started to ask questions him what they want with curiosity. Like  anna-(we call elder people by this name ) “who has written the letter for us.?” Asked one, another one “ Anna, how are you all in your home?” , “how is Kamali and her family in the next village? recently, she has been married.” , “ Anna, are you met ranjan.? When I met him at last time he told that I take  you to the town on the next vacation”

But now we have advanced technology devices but we don’t have time, We can communicate with anyone across the globe in a fraction of seconds but we have not patience. We can talk to them as sitting in front of each other through video calling before we have not. But that day Postman was there as a messenger who could share all through words, but now we are using emoji. We are making our life so simple with no values, No moral.