Separation

I remember it was when I was 16. I had applied for a small internship as a junior counsellor. A ten year old girl came to me and she said;

"Why did my parents separate? Is it because of me?"

I said;
"No of course not, why do you think it is your fault?"

She said;
"They always argue about where I should stay"

Being a film fanatic even back then, I remembered what was said in the film "Mrs.Doubtfire", and I took the moral of that and said the following to this innocent girl.

"Now listen to me Catherine, sometimes there are issues that are beyond our control. Sometimes they may even be too hard for the grown-ups to sort out. In such situations it's hard for them to stay happy and they may have arguments all the time. But dear Catherine, let me tell you something; just because they may not love each other doesn't mean that they don't love YOU...there are many many different kinds of families, some have no father, so have mummy, some live with their grandparents or even foster-parents. There are some that live alone in orphanages. But remember one thing Catherine. Maybe sometimes problems get sorted out, maybe sometimes they don't. And if they don't, don't be upset and don't blame yourself, because always always remember that you'll have a family in heart forever...and within your heart, no one can separate it from you...don't let yourself down and upset. If you have any issue, remember that there's your mummy, daddy or you can talk to me..."

I had finished my small internship, I heard Catherine had become a fantastic gymnast. I had never seen her since. But the amount of relief I could see in her eyes made me feel special. It made me feel happy and satisfied that I was able to help her out...I may not have done anything great, but whatever I did, at least it has helped her in achieving that basic happiness and peace in life, what more could one ask for...and I feel proud today that I have helped someone, and I have made them feel good, that pleasure is something that can only be understood when felt, no words can describe it

(Dedicated to my friend Vishwa, who I haven't known for long, but in a short span of time from my side I have managed to form a really pleasant and good friendship with, just like the instant connection I had with Catherine here, I genuinely hope life gives me more human connections such as these)

Delicate

I was once walking through a park on a solemn silent evening. I could not see a thing anywhere around me. But I could hear the subtle crisp sound of the leaves swarming through the condensed breezy air, I could hear the intimate sounds of birds flapping their wings in unison. What I heard that day may seem like nothing...but it helped me in appreciating the delicacy of the things that coexist harmoniously around us...

Delicate objects surround us everywhere. From the white shell of an egg, to our favourite glass plate, or sometimes our own phones which we heavily rely on...

We sometimes break these objects, intentionally or maybe unintentionally...
Another thing that's highly delicate...
"A Human Relationship"

What can be a bliss can be bad too...
Why is it that we don't get along? Why is it that despite being the same race and animals that we are not able mingle with everyone? Why is it that we sometimes go away from someone?

We may ignore a call, we may show our rage. We may show our care, we may show our concern. But despite this, we all come to a point where there seems to be nothing left...except ourselves...

It's this thought of ourselves and our selfishness that keeps us away from being better people. We may cry watching a sad documentary about poor people, but why is it that we shrug off a beggar when we see him on the road? Why do we love our girlfriend but then months later start finding faults in her?

Delicate things can be fixed with care and attention. So maybe a little care and concern for the other person may keep you and others happy together. Who knows, maybe a smile at an enemy, or some clothing for the poor, or maybe a simple SMS reply to a long lost friend, or maybe God's gift of hugging...small things can make even the delicate things strong...

I always believe that it's only in the mysterious equations of love, that really contain reasoning and logic...and as long as that love prevails, one can enjoy the beauty and delicacy of someone or something.

Keats once said "A thing of beauty is a joy forever"; but you have to find the beauty in it first...

The only place where love exists eternally is when the mother looks into her child's eyes.

I was walking away from the park, I couldn't hear anything...I could just see myself alone...despite being surrounded by a busy park...with some of the most delicate objects of nature...

(Dedicated to my brother from who I could appreciate the power of innocence and the beauty in brotherhood)

New Author

Hello everyone!

I'm in talks with a good friend of mine for co-authoring this blog with me! If that goes through it should be a LOT more fun! :) 

Let's hope all goes well!

Take care everyone!

Nik

Friend

As I continue my list of people I'm thanking, I'd just like to make it clear that I'm not going to be listing out any family members my family life remains exclusively personal and away from my blogosphere!

I'd like to share and give you readers an insight into a person who is so different from me yet so very similar!
I had first met this person rather recently. But with power of electronic communication as well some face-to-face talk, it was within no time that I developed an instantaneous liking for this person. Before one raises an eyebrow, I'd like to confirm that it is a male I'm talking about over here!

Initially there was hardly any talk between this person and myself, it would probably be a plain "hi" on Facebook or a wave if I happened to clash into him somewhere. I personally was never initiated much communication myself as I had started to become slightly caught up with a few things. But I clearly remember one night I had received one of those very common forwarded text messages that many people around here tend to send. This particular SMS caught my attention because of 2 reasons. Number 1; it came from an unknown number and number 2; the actual content of the message was quite good, though it has slipped out of my mind what exactly the SMS read. I had responded by asking who the person was, he finally revealed his identity. It was from then that I had started conversing with this person particularly electronically.

As mutual communication increases, it's natural that a circle of comfort would be created. It would be tough for me to explain each conversation but all I can say about this new friend of mine is that he made me think. He made me think about many aspects of myself and the things around me. He had such a different approach and character, however at the end of the day, the final conclusion would be literally a photocopy of my thoughts. His character was one that boasted of immense honesty and frankness. This is something I truly admired in the individual as it has honestly become hard to bump into such people. And the simplistic nature would be the added icing on the cake. But what truly caught my attention about this person was the charm to move me and make me retrospect myself. There happen to be only a very few select people in this World of mine that can influence or modify my mindset and thoughts, this person I hardly knew for any time. However it just seemed like a mirage, you can see it but once you get there, it disappears. I'm trying to say that it's basically unreal. But because of this power to make me think, I started to build a connection and respect like I have with no one within such limited time span. What confused and dazzled me was the the depth of the conversations. It was all so surreal and still seems so surreal.

He isn't my best friend, nor is he my closest friend, in fact I don't know what he is. But he's definitely a person I'll never ever forget and a person I feel I must thank openly on my blog. I honestly think that the friendship for him will increase ten folds in the coming days and months. I may mean nothing to that person, but the person's character and words have made me think and have influenced me a LOT. And as I have said, the person was so so different, yet so so similar! I can just hope this doesn't sound like a supernatural fairy tale coming from a weird mindset like mine! Maybe I'm just another person to them, but for me, never will this person just be any another person, he'll always be etched into my memory. Thank you very very much my friend for opening my eyes and contributing in making me a better person! Sometimes, small things in life can be quite big! After all, it's a collection of small rain drops that can make a flood...

I never have told anyone about this person nor my interaction with them. But today I felt my blog deserved to know. I will reveal the name and identity of this person if the actual person is OK with me doing so...

With gratitude and love,

Nikhit
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