And This Is What She Confided!!!
This rakhi, i got to know a totally different aspect of bro-siso relationship. Let me share that with you.
I bumped into a lady on a rakhi shop, who was there with the same purpose i.e. to-get-the-best-rakhi-for-the-best-brother. Usually, i don't ogle at anyone, but there happened something that made me stare at her. A Tear, that accidentally fell on my hand when i was rummaging those rakhi-boxes. Firstly i was not sure whether that was a tear or something else, but it didn't take much time for that assurance as her red-swollen eyes were saying everything. Yes, she was weeping but for what reason ?
I wanted to know, what it was that made her cry on such a gay occasion. Whether something terrible has happened with her, or with her family. Whether she doesn't have any brother or her brother is not on speaking terms with her. I tried to reach any reasonable reason but all arguments didn't work out. After all its true we can't guess the toil-and-coil that runs into a person's mind. So, without much ado i turned to her.
"Are you okay?" I inquired in a low tone as i didn't want to make a pageant of her feelings.
She didn't hear, or i guess something was so deeply hurting her that everything else had come to a standstill for her.
"Excuse me! Are you okay mam?" I asked again but this time in a slightly high pitch.
"What?.....Haaa...haa.....i am okay." She finally heard and replied. Though her answer was positive but her tone stated everything. She was surely .........
"Then why that red complexion in your eyes?" I asked with a demanding voice as though i know her since very long.
"Oh.....that's nothing. It's just......
"That something went into your eyes and all that. Don't try to befool me with that dialogue." I interrupted her.
I don't know why i was behaving like that but i knew i felt empathy for her.
"You can confide in me. Anything that is hurting you at this moment, tell me. Sometimes It feels nice to share with strangers when you can not express it to familiar ones." I tried to make her speak up and she did. It seemed as if she was waiting to pour out everything.
And what was that, you can read in her story that i tried to sum up here in manuscript form as i don't want to distort a bit of her feeling .......check the pic
I bumped into a lady on a rakhi shop, who was there with the same purpose i.e. to-get-the-best-rakhi-for-the-best-brother. Usually, i don't ogle at anyone, but there happened something that made me stare at her. A Tear, that accidentally fell on my hand when i was rummaging those rakhi-boxes. Firstly i was not sure whether that was a tear or something else, but it didn't take much time for that assurance as her red-swollen eyes were saying everything. Yes, she was weeping but for what reason ?
I wanted to know, what it was that made her cry on such a gay occasion. Whether something terrible has happened with her, or with her family. Whether she doesn't have any brother or her brother is not on speaking terms with her. I tried to reach any reasonable reason but all arguments didn't work out. After all its true we can't guess the toil-and-coil that runs into a person's mind. So, without much ado i turned to her.
"Are you okay?" I inquired in a low tone as i didn't want to make a pageant of her feelings.
She didn't hear, or i guess something was so deeply hurting her that everything else had come to a standstill for her.
"Excuse me! Are you okay mam?" I asked again but this time in a slightly high pitch.
"What?.....Haaa...haa.....i am okay." She finally heard and replied. Though her answer was positive but her tone stated everything. She was surely .........
"Then why that red complexion in your eyes?" I asked with a demanding voice as though i know her since very long.
"Oh.....that's nothing. It's just......
"That something went into your eyes and all that. Don't try to befool me with that dialogue." I interrupted her.
I don't know why i was behaving like that but i knew i felt empathy for her.
"You can confide in me. Anything that is hurting you at this moment, tell me. Sometimes It feels nice to share with strangers when you can not express it to familiar ones." I tried to make her speak up and she did. It seemed as if she was waiting to pour out everything.
And what was that, you can read in her story that i tried to sum up here in manuscript form as i don't want to distort a bit of her feeling .......check the pic
