It was my first day in United States. I went to meet few of my acquaintances there and that is where I saw him at first. We did not talk much that day but gradually we started talking and chatting with each other. We both were coming out from our pasts and thus we mixed up well as we empathized each other. Having left my parents in a different country, living on my own was difficult. Whenever I panicked, he used to calm me down on phone. At a social gathering I saw him wearing a traditional kurta and could stop staring at him for the entire time. I just loved him then and there. At that time I did not know that he likes me too. Finally we confessed our feelings to each other in few weeks and...
Home.. not anymore!
When you step out of your home to achieve something better,
With crackling in the voice and some jitter,
You feel the cries of your parents behind your back,
It is like a soldier leaving for a war with just a rugged sack.
Days pass by as you learn to live without them,
With all the difficulties you face and no one to blame!
Now the day comes when you return to your place,
Where there wouldnt be worries and will be a place of solace.
You kiss your mom and hug your dad,
Who missed you when you were gone and were really sad,
But suddenly realization hits you hard,
You are not the same person who used to use your daddy's credit card.
More responsibilities have com...
Please visit Syria atleast once. The people there need help more than anyone at this moment.
I look at the news and the disastrous pictures and just sigh. Sitting here, I don't think there is much that I can do but you surely can, my dear Santa.
Please spread smiles on the beautiful children of Syria. Let them play freely like our kids do, let them breathe!
A very sincere and desperate request from a onlooker who can't see sadness in those light eyes any more😞