Are you an Early Bird??

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I am obsessed with TV series, like a typical teenager, and this one day I stayed up watching one addicting episode after the other until these thin streams of light filtered though the window curtains, drenching the room in quite a bizarre way. It was not bizarre because I have never seen early morning sun light but because the feel was familiar to me but the familiarity existed somewhere in a memory. Early mornings have been one of my favorite parts of the day when the noise sank to an inaudible level, letting the chirping of birds be heard.
Don’t you ever wonder what might these birds be chirping about? I really wonder.
So on this particular morning when the forgotten early morning sun rays touched me, I knew that for a long time I am going to make it a point to wake up to see these rays illuminate the dark sky and probably go back to sleep again, but with a deep satisfaction and fresh morning air in my lungs.

Are you an Early Bird?

That Mother.

Which mother would not want to give the best of the best to her daughter?
Which mother does not want to go ahead and get her daughter the brand new dress that has been put up at the shop’s window? Or the fresh strawberries that were packed at the supermarket just this morning?
There was a mother at my door this morning. She knew to speak in a language I had no knowledge about. Not even a bit. But yet she made sure I understood what she wanted me to do. All for the sake of her teen daughter.
You see this lady was a cleaner at the hostel I am currently staying in. she is fat and stout, just like a typical Indian woman who wakes up early morning to cook for her family and sleep late at night after all the household chores were taken care of. She asked whether I knew Hindi or Tamil, to which I replied Hindi. She tried her best with her broken Hindi to explain to me how she was in need of some clothes for her daughter, who was a moment ago moping the room I stay in.
I ended up giving away as much as I can think I would not require before my holidays.
But it is not the state of the daughter which melted me and made me give away.
It was the mother.
The mother who seemed like someone who should sit and take rest but yet here she was trying her best to grab whatever happiness she can provide her daughter with.
Now she is gone, carrying a bagful of happiness for her daughter.

A new beginning.

There is this star in the sky I am staring at right now. Somebody ones told me- “The light of the star we see now left that particular star a hundred years ago. Maybe that star does not even exist now. How cool is that?”

Have you ever thought what might have been for that particular beam of light to leave its place of origin with nothing but the uncertainty to ever hit another surface? Ever wondered how the beam may never be seen until the next hundred years? Or maybe it will just be never seen at all? That it will die off without ever being noticed?

But sure we did see it. I did. You did too. Maybe just not today.

Sure nobody knows what their action has got to do to the world. But somewhere along the way it does. You never know who might get inspired by just a tiny little thing you did today. What might seem nothing to you at all might mean the world to somebody.

Everything is a consequence of another action.

This action of mine of putting down these words is a consequence of somebody else’s action and this action of mine has its consequences too.

This is my new beginning.

Have you got one too?