Something, Extra-Ordinary.

Someday's you fall asleep to an ordinary night and wake up to an extraordinary morning.

For some Love happened. A soft wet kiss and tousled hair. Syllables inside the mouth, feelings sputtering like fire works. A bird has started crooning inside your heart, the eyes are all smiles. In the melting darkness, two souls fused; in the welcoming arms of the morning sun, they did not regret. He wont sleep alone again; and yes, for them Love happened. 

Death struck someone else. She kissed her brother to sleep, pinching his pimple, tweaking his ear lobe. Ran a disapproving eye over his fiendishly cut hair and that rebel ear ring. And what an extra-ordinary morning to wake up to his listless body spread by the sidewalk, hit by a car, the spikes in his hair now a dull red from the blood. She would'nt ever back slap him anymore. 

She gave birth to a baby girl that morning. Endless hours of labor and sweat. 9months of swollen feet, nausea and a growing feeling of ugliness. Clothes that did not fit, hideous maternity patterns covering her ever growing belly. A husband who had left her to knit memories of loneliness every night. And suddenly over night it changed. She woke up to an extraodinary morning of a little life snuggled amidt her breast, suckling her milk. Her life wont be the same again.

He had gone to sleep, an insouciant young man. Pictures of young models plastered along the walls and stretching their nimble legs in his dream. Brazen talks, brazen walks. And he woke up to a morning where he fails his finals. Dreams strangulated.

They had all gone to sleep, worried, tired, broken. Morning they woke up to a call that a liver donor has been found. Their toddler with her lisping "Mummy" and her coconut-atop-her-head ponytail will now live. 

There is no moral to this note. There is just a simple message. You must be thinking how death could be extra-ordinary, or..broken dreams. Right? Well. Someone had to die to give that organ, someone had to fail to realize their true potential. You have to be left to be found, broken to be healed.  Extra-ordinary is not beautiful, extra-ordinary is different. One day you will own a difference, be a difference or learn from a difference.

Till then live Life, brilliantly.

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