When the medicines don't work, a little love does. When the chocolate cant cheer you up, a warm hug does. Dad's teasing ruffle of your hair, matter more than that crocodile print Gucci. Walking barefoot on grass, with the tender stalks shyly curling up your toes feels indescribably pleasant. One new notification on facebook. Couriers. Coffee steaming up your glasses.

Its always the small things in life that matter and count :)

Sunday 8 April 2012

Take the High Road.


 The thing is. People don't know how to take the high road. Everyone has got their own bundle of problems to handle but sometimes, you gotta know to when to stop and pamper the other one's ego by accepting that his problem is larger. Let him crib, let her cry, let him scream out of frustration, let her abuse out of desperation. At that point in his life, when the boy can't cry because he has been taught not to.. all he can do is hurl insults or maybe roar. Don't pump yourself up and decide to scream back. Abuse back. You haven't tamed him down. You have hurt him even further and dint they always say..Boy's cant cry? She is in paroxysms of pain. They called her a whore from the street walks, or maybe she just lost a job. Her parents ask her to keep getting married and she doesn't want to wear that ring. Let her shriek. Don't call her an attention seeker, don't hang up on her. She just needs to let it out, or else the pain gets too much to bear.
Sometimes, not doing the right thing, is the right thing to do. Sometimes, not teaching the manners, is the best manner to dress up in. They all say do not take out your frustration at people you care the most, but then if people really cared, they would allow you to do that. 
Trust me, it helps. Sometimes all a person needs is a punching bag. Offer to be one without causing drama yourself.. Let it be, let it go. Sometimes, you can save a life. 

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