Sunday evening ... holding a cup of tea... sitting on the stairs looking outside the window.... It was raining... the rain drops were splashing on the window glass slide... as if they are just playing with it .. and window pane facing me was hiding from it or was scared to get drenched in the rain ... or was just too protected like me... I could relate me with it in a way ... :)
My eyes were just looking at them as I was all alone .. then I saw the home on the other side of my window.... not even a home .. it was just a shed of plastic covered from all the sides, but for them it was their home .... Wen I was complaining for the drops of water on my window .. they were trying to put patch on each hole of their shed to protect from the rain ... When I was complaining about more sugar in the tea.. they have no tea... Wen I was complaining for my room being too small... I could see they have no room .. they just have a shed...
For them .. they just wish to have a home of concrete wall.... and for me ... i have that but I still complain ... Why is that when we get something we lose the importance of it.... Cant we put an end to our never ending wishes.... why everything gets complicated when we go higher ...
Why just things stay simple!!!
