She came in as hijra (eunuch) in a train, asked for money clapping her hands loudly near my face. I looked straight into her eyes calmly; she resented quickly and withdrew her glance. Her eyes were so expressive that it spoke tons within seconds. I gave her a ten rupees note and asked, ‘‘You are a mother…aren’t you??”
She hurriedly ran off without taking money, her face messed up by tears.
Splendid.
Thank you Mari
Brevity! Great.
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I understand.
I’m glad you do.
Hey, nice one!
Between, the title, we had a poem in our text with that title!
H’mm not with the same line…but well certainly on the same lines.
“Home they brought her warrior dead” was the opening line…thanks for reminding me
Ah! is it fiction? Wonderful.
No,based on a real life story.
But you Filed it under FICTION 60 category!!??
Sorry for the blunder Kam.
Thanks for pointing…will change it
Hey! that’s no problem. I did a ton of them! Isn’t it really a fiction in this imaginary and so called creative world? Hahah…..
After all, to err is human. Even gods make mistakes, and humans are born to correct them at the end, by becoming masters!
yes, very much agree with you Kam. Its a funny world ’round broda !!
I’m afraid I beg to differ with the ‘mastering’ part though…too utopian I feel.
Gimme your twitter handle.
Your difference is honoured. I don’t see a great delta though.
After all, we just shift from alpha to beta or a little beyond (i would say deeper). If we are conscious even then, are we not masters!? hahaha…. Not too sure, whether I thought about completely – but mastering is what we are born for – i believe with all the differences considered valid. Hahah..
Twitter – I am not using it. Somehow, i don’t like to harm birds
haha… will share it after checking what my id is LOL!
most of them are Utopians!
Pragmatism is what I look at, even in those! Isn’t it? Hahah…
hehe…your reply has invoked some serious discussion on the same.
Will catch you on g-talk sometime for some philosophical blah-blah
Hahaha… No word I get is stored and its all a spark! A discussion would not be plugging in anymore than what you think or I talk – like a ripple in the cloud. Haha…
Am offline and off-talks most of the times however heavy is the spiritual burden! Silence walks and walked over talks of 20th century philosophers, just yielded notes for souls on the tracks, the race of evolution of races! And, the sound of silence was never heard. Let’s play an old joke and laugh out loud – Hahaha…
When words live in silence, awakened is the mind, and, when thoughts sleep in silence , the speaker is none other than the self or soul!
Hahaha… All I do is just laugh around my own useless lines. Haha…
I’m happy for having known you, but can’t take the risk of confusing either you or myself. So, pardon my postponement of blah blah and, let me drop by your blog, silently. Haha.. 
I’m not out of frequency, just a variation from being easy. Delete my comment, if triggered, to take it easy.
As you say
Thanks.
just for your read – http://leb.net/mira/works/thought.html
is it a true incident?
yes, Reema it’s a true incident. unfortunate!!
Have experienced a similar situation where the gleam in a mother’s eyes standout. Guess mothers have the most beautiful eyes. Beautiful Expression, buddy. Made me think!!
Couldn’t agree more with you Zee. Mothers have most innocent and expressive eyes. No wonder she’s purest form of God. This incident gave me goosebumps and made me miss my mother all the more.
true!