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The Boy by the Window

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The boy by the window looked out. He wondered what was special about the day? It was same as yesterday. It was identical to any other day.

 

He was prohibited to look out of the window, anymore. He thought of how and why such restrictions were imposed on him.

 

In his heart, he knew the truth. His parents didn’t know any better. They were like any other parent. They were protective. He knew his friends had similar parents and similar fates. He questioned their judgment. In his heart, he knew…

 

They couldn’t do any better.

 

He was not sure if the sun had risen. His city was blind to the day’s rise.  It was oblivious to the rumba of the dusk and the waltz of the night. The boy tried to seek nature. In his heart, he knew…

 

There was nothing worthy to explore in the vast sky because he could not see the sky anymore.

 

He breathed in the atmosphere. It suffocated him. Tears ran unchecked. Was it disappointment raining down his cheeks or was it resignation?

 

He surreptitiously peeked out of the window while his parents were distracted. He had found such an opportunity every day, for over a year. Disappointingly, his world remained the same. He hadn’t seen the sun or the moon for long. It had been forever since he had smiled at a twinkling star.

 

He missed his friends. Did they miss him too?

 

It was his birthday. Last year, he was excited he was celebrating his birthday in a unique way. There was no school! There was no peer pressure to have the grandest birthday celebration. Sadly, this birthday promised him nothing special. It was like any other day in the past year and more. Would they have candles on his birthday cake? Would he get a Black Forest cake? He already knew the answer to these questions. Nothing could shed away the darkness. A candle would only be a farce.

 

A year had passed. Many more days would follow this day gone by. Would he look out of the window expecting the universe to glisten its blessings upon him? His young mind was crammed with questions. He knew the answer to one critical question, though.

 

For now, his heart only knew how to succumb to the unpromising circumstances.

 

He reminisced those games at the school playground. The boy by the window missed his friends. He thought of his teachers. There was a time, he had hated school and home-works. That was over a year ago. His life had changed drastically since then.

 

Smog had engulfed his world, halting his existence. He called that a ‘Smogulfed’ world. He lived in the unfortunate city that was dazed and ruined by the thick cloud of pollution.

 

Did Australia still have a sunrise? Did Canada still have a sunset? The news said it did. Why couldn’t he hear the birds chirp anymore? Why did he not see trees? Would the lamp posts ever stop burning? Why was he always surrounded by artificial lights? Why did he and his friends live in a blind world when they had eyes to see?

 

The child by the window was always gloomy. Unfortunately, he was born in a polluted city. His city had ignored the warnings of nature for years! He was a sad citizen of a cursed city that had capitulated to the reign of pollution and smog.

 

He said a little prayer. If there was a thing like birthday blessings, the boy at the window would get the gift of living a normal life again. Didn’t he as a child deserve as much? Or was being born in the unfortunate city his curse? Would he never see the smog disperse and the sun shine through? In his heart, he knew…

 

He craved to see the clear blue sky. Was that a distant dream?

 

He perceived a ray of light piercing through the dense city fog. Was that an answer to his prayers? If he was hallucinating, disappointment was eventual. If what the boy saw was true, he would have clean air to breathe! The boy put his face out of the window to breathe in- deep.

 

He was fearful to breathe out. Right at that moment, his mind whirled, his heart pumped, his lungs couldn’t hold it anymore. He breathed out with great force. What came out was a sooty smoke of his expectations. He surmised change wasn’t near.

 

The boy at the window was merely a child. He couldn’t fail at being hopeful. He prayed his next birthday would be shiny and bright, with birds chirping, ants toiling, butterflies flying, trees shedding leaves of joy and his lung enjoying the breath of fresh unpolluted air.

 

With this ardent hope, he shut the window. He knew they could shut him in the house, not his window of hope.

 

 

Princess Blog Post Author: Rahul Vats ©www.wakenshine.com, 2017.

Princess

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Maybe most of the Indian men will not like this article. Sorry Gentlemen! I am not one of stereotypical guy, trying to influence you. Having my own free will and mind to think about her I am today sharing what I feel my love for her is all about.

 

I will do whatever it takes to make her happy because she is the only one person in my life after my mom and dad who give me happiness, without any reason. She does not see me as a prospect, yet she cares for me. Her feelings for me are selfless. Her warmth for me- genuine.

 

I am going to treat her like a “Princess”. 

 

Forgetting all the problem and worries of my life is easy when she is in front of me. I feel so confident in her acceptance of me that I know I can go through all. Although I know the way I have chosen to be with her may be different but not wrong.

 

Love is never wrong. It's the purest form of emotion. 

 

The way she looks at me shows the faith and trust she has in me. The way she gives attention to me is when we meet is perfect. It makes my life worthwhile. She deserves to be my "Princess" as she is precious to me.

 

I feel pleased to have her and feel proud to walk with her. Our walks together will never end.

 

I don’t believe in God but for my "Princess" I pray- always.

 

These are my thoughts- these lines are directly from the depth of my mind and the bottom of my heart.

 

Author: Rahul Vats

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Why Criticize?

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The biggest issue one faces after moving to a new city is the challenge of adjusting.

 

The sheltered life of family and home is replaced by the harsh world that judges and reprimands every moment. Through trial and error, one learns. Then, adjusts to the differences of colloquial nuances while conversing. Gradually the one acclimatizes to the difference in the physical and social environment.

 

Finally, this person fine-tunes the essence of familial teachings to absorb the new atmosphere and make it one’s own. Through all these processes, though not chronological, human being advances and more often than not develops a distinct individuality.

 

However, the judging eyes do not stop to scrutinize. Initially, the inspectors are these of the new environment, however, the very own family and friends soon join the appraisers. More often than not, there are sermons, bitterness, and jealousy that one’s own awards the newly evolved person rather than pride and confidence. This confuses the mind of the traveler of culture. There is a partial assimilation of the new.

 

Discarding of the defunct thought processes and imbibing modernism yet respecting the eternal tradition of humanity- becomes the slogan of life.

 

Rahul's open letter ©www.wakenshine.com, 2017.

The society, however, only equates it as a sham, upholding the crumbling traditions that have no place in the new world. A young mind questions, worries, and sometimes writes.

Rahul Vats shares his focused thoughts with these few lines.

The world will change; new learning will only add value to the changing times. When changing technology can be readily accepted, I wonder why there is so much of fuss accepting changing mindsets. Why criticize transformation? Why not think and metamorphosis into evolved human beings, for the good of today and betterment of tomorrow? Think about it.

 

Author: Rahul Vats with Kleio B'wti

 

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