I've always believed in miracles. One should! Miracles make you feel yourself. They fill you with light when it's raining darkness all around.
Rain in Mumbai is unpredictable, yet mesmerizing. Only if, you are sitting in your balcony with a cup of Chai.
One rainy evening, when I was listening to the drops, a special guest broke my attention and brought me back to present.
It was a pigeon. He has hurt his leg. I thought to help, and approached my hand steadily toward him. He refused stubbornly and for once, he tried to attack me. I tried numerous times but it didn't let me aid him.
One might laugh but that's when I realise, we are no other than these creatures. One way or another, We all are broken, shattered into pieces and living with our obstinacy.
We fear to show our wounds because it makes us feel vulnerable to others. People complain that they have never been lucky in love. They never found one. Really?
Down your guard human. Show your scars.
Let love heal them.
Talking about pigeon, He died next morning. He died...

- K10