Any-moment-ending-life!

I was driving back home, at ease.


I had started early and the traffic was not heavy too. Ram was not well and it was a good opportunity for me to be home and spend time with him.


At a junction near Guindy, I slowed down seeing the signal color change from green to amber. I was sure that I would not make it. I was driving in the second lane and another two-wheeler to my left, slowed down too.


Just then, an auto raced past me, on my right. At the same instant, a white kitten crossed from my left and went past my lane, right under the auto. The driver did not notice and went ahead to cross the signal, in red.


The kitten was ran over. It was pouncing and withering in pain, in front of my eyes. It squirmed from side to side and then twisted unnaturally. It throbbed up and down and was spilling blood from its mouth, in every pound. The sight was horrible to witness and something in me was pushing me to drive again on it, to end its pain.


After a few minutes of throbbing, the kitten lay there lifelessly.


A rider next to me, went ahead to move the carcass of the cute little one to the road divider side. He dropped it to the shrubs and tried to check if it was still alive. I walked across the road, right behind him, unaware of the traffic around, my eyes stuck to the cute little one; now, the dead, hurt, deformed, bleeding one.


My eyes were filling up. I looked at that person, not sure what I was expecting to hear.


“Poiduchu ma. Mudinjuduchu.” (“It is done. Over.”) Tears went down my cheeks.


I offered my water bottle, to wash his bloody palms. I took a quick peek of the little one and walked back to my bike.


I started to sense the surrounding noise. My bike was right at the middle of the busy road. Right behind me was a company bus followed by cars. I drove ahead to the signal, which was still in red. The entire scene was done within one traffic signal change. However, it felt like a very long time.


May be if the auto driver was a little careful…
May be if the left side rider and I had not slowed down…
The kitten would have been alive.


Not sure, if its mother was around…
Not sure, if it saw the incident…
Not sure, if auto driver saw the kitten coming…
Not sure at all…


The incident went on in a loop in my mind, until I reached home. When I saw Ram, I could not control my tears. I thought about the mother cat, which would be expecting the kitten to be home.

The wait of the mother cat, was tending to infinity.

The next moment of life is very uncertain. It is what which makes life interesting and scary too. If I had been the one, whom the auto had hit, then that would have been the end of my chase. Over and out!

A friend of mine always says, “The son who could not express his love, to his dead dad, ask him the worth of every single minute that he lost.”

Take time to cherish the beautiful life that we are bestowed with. Speak to people in pain; help them out. Enjoy everything around. Live this moment.

Spread love. Smile. Be thankful. Apologize, even if you are not wrong. Fight but patch up immediately. Look forward to share happiness and sorrow. Lend a shoulder whenever possible. Be there for anyone in need.

Understand that, we might never get a chance to meet our loved ones again…


Because…


It is one-unbelievably-uncertain-any-moment-ending life!

Emotions

“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed & hope to fall asleep before you fall apart” ~ William C. Hannan



Sometimes we want to giggle and laugh…

Sometimes we want to wink and tease…

Sometimes we want is to lay there and do nothing…

Sometimes we want to run away somewhere…

Sometimes we just want to scream at the top of our voice, silently…

Sometimes we want to laugh it out…

Sometimes we want to get over it, in few tears…

Sometimes we want to suppress and behave as though nothing happened…

Sometimes we want to fight for ours…

Sometimes we just let go of it, as though, it was never ours…

Sometimes we cling to it and shudder within…



Emotions are ours. It is only ours. It is true and so natural. It is what which is alive.


Emotions are what make us humans. Something without emotions is a synonym for non-living. I read somewhere ‘Emotions make a person weak’ but it is a half-truth. Maybe our emotions, sometimes, hold us back from doing something or put us into a confusing state but we must also comprehend that these same emotions often assist us in finding a better solution.


Being emotional is not a disorder, a disease or a sign of weakness. It is a natural, physical and spiritual necessity, the price you pay for being alive and attached. Emotional people are more close to the natural unadulterated us. They have intuitions and can sense them too. Their gut-feel is strong and precise. It is a voice from within, which actually speaks not for being heard but to be felt. It is can be audible enough for the owner to be distracted. It is mostly the answer for the problem, which the brain and heart are still figuring out.


Emotions need not wither our inner strength; it can shed the unwanted wrappers glued around our core and bring to light the original us. It can lighten us; enlighten us. It is what is natural to us. When emotions, over power us, it when we need to channel them. We need not suppress them; if done it will outburst with greater clumsiness. Never hesitate to show emotions but never forget to channel them.



Because…



Emotions are what, that are natural…

Emotions are what, that mark us alive…