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HEY THERE! WAITING FOR TOMORROW? WHAT IF IT NEVER COMES!

I have been visiting this orphanage near my residence for almost more than seven months now ! It’s a brilliant feeling of course ..people say we visit there to help them, to do something for them .. but then I guess I visit for my own selfish reasons ! Each time that I go there I learn something new about life.. each time that I go there I feel richer and happier !
They say empty mind is a devils workshop! And then when you have a lot many negatives going on in your life you better put yourself in some constructive work which helps you overcome lonely times and silly thoughts ! Hyderabad was kind to me when I came here first but then since past few months and past few days in specific this city is just eating me up..perhaps I have never felt this lonely in my life ever ! Same daily routine, friends who are professionals first and friends later..silly talks and politics in the work place ! Well this is not how i had planned to be in my life ! Perhaps this sense of lonliness was hovering over me more since my only close friend in the city was upset with me so much so that it was more than a month and they were not ready to get back !
Anyways for my own selfish reason as I mentioned I planned a visit to meet my non-professional friends in the orphanage ! This time I planned something for them it was to cook a meal ! Biryani and Raita is what I made ! Any hyderabadi loves biryani and perhaps as per them it’s the only food that exists! I was a little conscious in cooking obviously because I was supposed to please thirty of them with my cooking J I was super careful in blending the masalas or cooking the rice. I looked at them while they relished the meal, some complimented me and said “nice akka” while some quietly had their meal. After the lunch however a thirteen year old came to me, gave me a peck on my cheek and said .. it was one of the best I ever had ! Ahaan that was too much of praise I said and smiled. And the boys reply then left me in tears.. he said that biryani his favorite was the last meal his mother had cooked for him a few years back, and because he was angry at her for some reason he pushed the plate and refused to eat.. infact he said that he doesn’t want her to cook for him and he would take care of himself.. the next day morning  while getting the daily things of the house his mother died in an accident!

How predictable is life? I think if I score it on a scale of zero to ten I would still ask the marks to be included in negatives as well! Why do then give ourselves the chance of doing the things we don’t like ! Keeping grudges for small things ! Worrying about things which may mean nothing at all tomorrow! And shying away from expressing how we feel! Perhaps the day we closely realize that life itself is temporary, we will start living a little more differently and little more happily J

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