She....

She travels with me..
She has been a silent spectator of my life.
She speaks to me.
She listens to me.
She feels the wind on her face, when I feel it on mine.
She has basked in the sun with me.
She has rattled in the cold with me.
She has soaked in the rain with me.
She has heard me laugh.
She has felt my silent tears.
She was with me when I was sick.
She has travelled my world and its narrow outskirts.
She traversed untread paths and emerged unscathed.
She has been my chariot in times of war.
She has been my companion when I had someone
She is my companion when I have none…

Someone want to read through my transparency and tell me who SHE is?

'Friends' of mine who read my posts n tell me.. "wow divya i dint know u cud write so well... ", u guys shouldnt be surprised... I CAN WRITE....
Ul shud remember I TALK....
and i talk.. A LOT....
Nt one of you who is my friend, wud disagree with that.. Im assuming there were times u thot, 'I cud have gone my whole life without having to hear that.."
So don't be amazed.. there is more to come....
You havent seen the last of me.... you earthlings.... ;-) ;-)

The Old Lady Across My Window

AT home, when i sit at my computer desk, and my eyes feel strained, i turn to my right and im greeted by a road sprawling with traffic at all times of day. Sometimes when i cant sleep at night, i sit by the window and watch a lone car or bike zoom past beneath the dull light of the street lamps.
One sleepy afternoon, as i sat chatting at my desk waiting for my friend to reply, i happened to look out the window. It was a hot sunny day and i could see right across the road. There i saw an old lady in torn and ragged clothes, her skin wrinkled with age, her back bent with the many years showing how long she had been on this ungrateful earth, a tiny bag hanging over her shoulder with the only belongings she possibly had and a 3 foot stick high enuf to support the bent over body..

The lady was begging..
She hovered around the people standing there..
I thought business as usual....

There was a man who was double her height and possibly half her age.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out a few coins and gave it to her.
She clutched the coins and moved on along the road.
And then she stopped. I thought she'd do what i have seen most beggars do. Stash the coins away in some place inside their big bag of treasures, and continue begging with a pitiful look on their faces, like they havent received anything as of that day.

But what she did next stunned me.
She didnt even see the amount lying in her hands, rather she touched it to her forehead in a sign of thanks to the Lord, and moved on.
I was guilt-ridden, although there was no one around, i felt someone had caught me red-handed...... thinking bad.....
I turned away to digest what i saw, it all happened in a matter of 2 minutes, i know i make it sound like the new serials up on channels today, where every scene is in slo-mo!!
And when i turned around again, she was gone, she walked along the road, and disappeared beyond my range of sight.

Im sure the man who spared those few coins, must have been blessed a great deal, and what amazes me, he must hardly realise it...

Im not gonna say, that from that day onwards, i give away money to every old lady i see, because i never did, and I don't think i ever will.
But what i did start doing was having a little more respect for all those people who are kind to those seemingly unfortunate people.
I started to consciously not mock beggars, (I never did it in the past, but now i watch my behaviour when they are around).
I started to be more conscious of how blessed I was.
I started to appreciate the good fortune I have.
I started to be in awe of people who would give up so little, in anticipation of nothing, but yet be blessed with more than they could ask for.

Perception causes a Reaction

How one reacts to a situation determines the outcome of the situation...
How one perceives a situation determines the manner in which one perceives the result... and thats the manner in which one begins to act to achieve that result.
How did i learn this?
Well my vehicle broke down this morning.. at a time when it was drizzling, i was packed in my raincoat, with a woollen scarf beneath a helmet, with a laptop bag and my usual big school bag, all in addition to a terrible terrible cough. For a second, i wanted to lament "oh not now, not today, not when im sick" I went to my father with my "luggage". All he said was go get the mechanic, get it fixed...
I lightened the burden off my shoulders, took off my black raincoat, took dad's bright blue umbrella and marched to the mechanic in my bright orange dress with cheeks flushed due to the helplessness and an unwell system followed by a grey sky consoling me with its faint tears.

He came,
He unscrewed the tyre,
He went back,
He put a new tube (coz the old one was no good)
He returned,
He screwed it back in place,
I paid him, remembered to say thank you bhaiiya
and He left.

I picked up my luggage and came straight to office.
Surprisingly i wasnt upset. I was just weary of the coughing. A friend told me he kicked and cussed his bike when it got punctured once..

I decided not to do that.
I remember thinking when i was standing at the mechanic amidst the murky paste the first showers had made, what am i feeling bad about, being late? is that all? yes.. well can you do anything about it? nope.. well then okay.. let it be....

Well thats what your perception should tell you.. change the things you can.. react the best way you can... things you cannot change... let it be...