Smile: The Return Gift (Part-2 )

HI There! A continuation of the previous post, where I was practically crying while talking about smiles. I try to write in a nonchalant, logical manner, but in reality little acts of love make me go softie!🙈 (Monkey Blushing Emoji in case ur browser renders it weird)

Nonetheless, I was immediately made happy by my God. I feel kind of shy taking his name, but will try to maintain this habit from now on. I call him Krishna, and its for two reasons - If there's actually a blueish incredible beautiful god, then why not worship him, such lovely, and in case not, then God better come in his form if he exists and wishes to meet me. Nonetheless, anyone who addresses a name of God, be it any name, calls to Him/Her only, for one, there is no one else to call too, and secondly, all the names in Indian culture that are culturally given mean something. Most of the names of Gods represent some certain quality that only God can possess. 'Krishna' means, if I am putting it correctly 'The one who attracts all'. And I am attracted all the time, might be because of my age, but it comforts me thinking that a deity with a flute cares and loves me like nobody can, I buy into all the shepherd-sheep concepts.

Anyway, for those who search for meaning in these posts, there would be none, mostly because I just am going to use this to write how I feel at the end of the week, and hide some easter eggs here and there just in case I become something big someday, who knows. These might mean something to people then, I guess. 

So, continuing with my stuff. Rahul called. He called after reaching to his place. He sent me his homework via Whatsapp, and that means I can still contact Rahul! It means that he still kept that fragile, half-torn page cautiously with him, he handled it with care. These small acts of care mean so much to me, because I realise how crude and damp this world is, and it rarely moves out of my mind. If I were a person with a bomb attached to me forcefully, and it could not be removed, I would be just an accident. All that matters is the majority, the majority of attention defines what grows and what doesn't. And no, it's not something generational changes have brought us, or industrialization, or foreign invasions, it's natural to us. Nature itself is selfish. One may feel idealistic and mighty saying that the light from the sun reaches all, but only the shrubs understand the pain of impoverished-by-the-system humans, who just like the shrubs of a rain-forest, feel robbed of the light they deserved, simply because the trees multitudes taller than them, took over their share of the ever-giving sun, and their rights on the limitless sky. 

Not everyone gets what they want. A canopy of a few trees covers not more than a dozen shrubs, but a canopy of a few humans, shadows the entire fate of the planet. Obviously the traits of selfishness and greed to consume anything and everything - along with the fellow humans one knows, when realized within everyone, make the world a scary place. But you get used to "scary" once you accept it, what you never get used to are sweet, cute actions that humans perform, the ones that bring a "smile" on your face! 

There are a dozen more things that I would like to share, on what is currently happening in my life, but 

I like this way of writing subjectively. Someone once told me, ( the intent or the honesty behind it doesn't matter) that they like talking to me because I am opinionated. Someone considers me a great Teacher, while someone an ideal brother, someone an honest friend, and someone an oracle (lol).

It doesn't have to be true, they don't have to mean it. Life is too short, humans are too malign, just learn this truth, and smile, and your smiles shall be wide. Your smiles shall be deep. 

Smile just like you made me, when I felt important c of u reading this post!!!

Signing off! BYE!!