Stare into the God's eyes.

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 .....It was real cold morning and i was walking on a crowded road yet all alone.I was shivering from outside and inside wondering what went wrong? The only thing which wasn't numb were  my eyes.. i could feel my warm tears rolling down my cheeks & ending on my inner lips.I call it recycling of tears (aah this 1z a nerdy joke too..cant help)..I wonder how my tears taste like, though I never tasted them intentionally . But these days I was addicted to that taste. They were like the lifeline for my brain to tire itself. Tears never changed anything and neither they will but still we cry... And I who once upon a time was strong..cried like a 2 yr. old baby... 
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...There comes a stage when you keep on crying for hours ending up in sobs.. convincing myself , clearing my mind, hours of thinking process.. But then in a fraction of seconds you are back to level zero and this time worst than the last time. The pain in head was unbearable and i was looking around like a kid who lost his way home. Situation looks strange but stranger are the faces people make when they look at your  worst face and red eyes. I saw many faces that morning and they shook me from inside. I really don't know how to make to write what i experienced that day...
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..I have this strange habit of walking in a wrong lane against the flowing waves of crowd. I remember my dad scolding me for that ."Never walk on the wrong side. All that you will get is a bad hit on your shoulder". But there i was doing it again and again. maybe that made my shoulders strong. (..no!...Not again.). I saw many faces that morning and they shook me from inside. I really don't know how to make to write what i experienced that day...

.......This experience was very different......on my way to nowhere with my head hanging out of my body looking down to hell where I was... I got a hit on shoulder by a stranger's shoulder....I looked up from hell steright into his eyes...He looked at me... his eyes were young and strong but I could sense the negativity in his thought. we both stopped and made eye contacts for two seconds...i looked at his face now...He looked at my sad face and smiled ... as if he was enjoying the show of my painful eyes...I looked back to the hell where i belong and moved foreward...
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        Another hit .... i was least bothered to see the same negative world and bad people with evil smiles... But there was a difference this time.. the stranger's shoulder had touched me gently... so it forced me to look up into his eyes again.. The eyes were young as mine..it was strange but hen he looked at my face his face changed into a sad mode.. as if he understood the pain I was in .. I could feel the same pain in his eyes .. maybe he was doing the same ... walking it out...But it didn't eased my pain a bit... so i moved ahead..
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       This time I think hit someone bad...i looked up...The wrinkled eyes... calm & experienced. They were of an old man who has seen the world & people already.  He looked at me & it took him no time to realize my pain. He stopped & gave me a gentle & warm smile..He stared into my eyes and  it was relaxing me ...I saw his old lips moving .. they said " Make a nice day son because It has always been on you!".. It was like god speaking to me himself .. It shook me inside.. God spoke to me??.. I couldn't believe. I blinked & the old man disappeared into the waves of the crowd....I tried to find him but efforts were useless..
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     I kept on searching .. I wanted to talk to this strange old man....i really wanted to ... on my way to search him .. my eyes caught a 6 year old boy standing near the road with his cycle.... He was crying  like I was moments back..... I think he got hit by someone and crashed like i did ... I saw his pain ....however small it was but i was big  pain for a little heart... like mine.... he looked at me... the way i looked at people in the crowd........
........It shook me again.....What to do ?.....Then something happened... I forgot my pain .. no matter how big it was... i really forgot... i heart calmed down , my heart started beating normally...All that i could hear was my own voice... " I know what to do"...I went off the road towards the boy. I stood in front & looked at him. At first he was scared wondering what am I going to do...Then he calmed down..He knew i was not going to hurt him.....
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... I got down on my knees .. held his small vernuable shoulders..in my hands and said "Lemme help you son!"... He nodded... My eyes again got filled with tears but now they were relaxing me... I controlled myself...stood up.. lifted his toy cycle  & asked him to hold my hand.. he did that...I took him to a candy shop... bought him some candies...The kid was happy..he smiled at me.. he was happy from inside.. like i am now...I grabbed his little cheeks in my fingers and said... "Make a nice day son..it has always been on you..."...i don't know if a 9 year old kid got the meaning of my words.. but I was sure of what i was saying... .

................. I LOOKED AT THE SKY & SAID " I MADE A NICE DAY SIR!"
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