I am some stream of man who believe in tough and hard-won life. This is my belief and ever stress that in every situation, I be strong enough than others.
Till the time I started knowing myself ever maintain the same non teary attitude and promise myself to sustain for all life long. If anyone asked me about my feelings much of my scale militate the toughness more than softness of mine. But my this ideology or more I say misconception was going to mirror the reality and proved me that I was wrong.
The incident... I have never experienced earlier. That mishap; plotted With infelicitous locale jolted me from my misbelief.
Siting in a patio, I was throwing my sight high and low then suddenly the snare of sight seeing stop at cluster of people who were crying and yelling for something they had missed and now there is no single hope of getting it back. Witnessing that all I could not resist myself and drove my feet to get the cognizance of the situation. Soon I got to know, they were pronouncing these hard sound since [they] have lost their loved ones. Knowing that all I felt sympathy with them inasmuch as death is the only truth we [human] cannot weasel out. It is other matter of following the traffic rules. However, we have to abide by the rules of nature. I had nothing more than sympathy with them as rule of humanity teaches us all. I have known all the concepts I wear, was going to toast soon. As I stepped a meter Or two from there, a little girl seem to me who was unaware with her entourage. She was too unaware to have any cognizance of playing in her perineu-rium. Except that ingratiating smile she had nothing to express. She was the only character of this play who was smiling. But her smile broke me down and the man who maintain not to have teary eyes had one. Yelling did not make what a smile made. With her insinuating gesture she was calling upon my attention. Over and over again seeing her could not rein to participate in sorrow that she was unknown with the gravity of. This time is going to be a nightmare for her when she will get collective wisdom passing tabula rasa. Why was I plunging myself in deep ocean of grief—I have never experienced whilom. At that moment, out-and-out I was loosing the checks on me. All of my rationale of life and demise what I have been sustaining for long as a matter of time was piercing my every limb and vital at the pits. I was feeling like I have been thrown in meander with nothing or some sort of primordial tools to deal with. After some sets of introspection I happen to find that all what I was going through just a matter of emotions drawing on the face of innocent bairn behind darling smile.
Experience that all I got to know- I was not dropping the tear beads for that child but for God in the guise of toddler. As we considered children are the one garb of God. Whatever it is! How much I am in arena of spirituality but could not resist myself at that moment.
For the material mind this is very evident to take place in this vale of tears. However, one cannot eschew oneself from driving in this ocean of worldly things.
As there is no Beowulf exist, similarly human mind and this skeleton of two hundred and six stanchion could be ideal but somehow ream us in decimals.