Thank god that last two days ( the Haloween and the Marathon,) were sunny and beautiful.Children with weird dress and musk 'were seen for 'trick or treat.' The streets, parks, restaurant were all crowded with joyous people. On the day of Marathon, I with my daughter were walking in the afternoon for grocery towards the Whole Food, near the Columbus circle . through the hilarious crowd while I heard a very sharp and shrilling loud voice shouting repeatedly overflowing the noises and voices of the joyous crowd '
"Can anybody take my life?"
I asked my daughter who is screaming such loudly? My daughter replied " it is not loudspeaker, but the lady passing by you; I looked by my side a passing old woman whose body was so bent that her head was . hanging almost near her knee in such a way that she looked like quadruped . It is unimaginable that such a loud voice can come out of that frail and feeble body.
It is an irony of human fate that the same body which burst into energy at one point of time, may crack in pain at another phase of time; Marathon presents the the vigor of youth.
In our vibrant youth, we are not aware of the cruel truth that twin cities dwell inside this single domain of body.
It is pain! The painful shout of an ailing soul in the background of the joyous crowd at the end of Marathon Race dampened my mood.
Life is really so full of contrast! I felt sad for the senility of old age. Who knows how many more painful souls are there hiding silently whose voice is never be heard.
To shake off my shrouded mind I let my feeling flow in ink on paper and it works!
It is a message from my own experience that writing is a great healing process when you can't reach to serve people directly.
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