On missing that wagging tail

Of the litter of six puppies you were the only one who survived, for then atleast. Four months later you got run over by an ignorant moron. If only he would've seen you following me and everyone else around the building and seen the carpets and doormats chewed up awkwardly. If only he would've seen you roll over when someone rubbed your stomach. If only he would've found all the missing chappals and sandals that you loved to chew. If only he'd felt your cold,wet nose against his. Or heard the sound of your paws on the cold marble. If only he'd held his palm out and held your paw in a polite 'shake-hand'. Or would've seen you come running towards him when he called out your name. If only he'd seen how your little soul had become such a big part of ours.

It's almost been a month, a month since I sat there petting your motionless body and helplessly see the blood make its way out of your mouth. Tears were shed, people were hugged and held tighter, food was left untouched on plates. Your bowl is no longer below the staircase, it is where it belongs, with you. I miss that wagging tail of yours and I guess I can because I can never forget it.

To do or not to do?

       Sounds like a tongue twister when you say it really fast,but its not always fun and games.Sometimes it means business;serious business.Your mind is absolutely fixated on it but is that enough?You have hopes and dreams and you have a 'vision' is that enough too?No it isn't,the ability to act on it is what makes all the difference.Your mind may play games with you,telling you a hundred reasons of why it wouldn't work out and how you don't have enough resources(happens to me all the time).That is when you make do with whatever you have that,my friend is the actual challenge.Charles Bukowski says,"Find something you love and let it kill you." Well don't(he wouldn't want so much blood on his hands) but you catch his drift,right?
         Don't be afraid to take that first step.Because what you do or don't is what will determine your being.

Act of Random Kindness

  I pushed my way through the crowd of women trying to get into the train.Everyone wants to get home after a tiring day,the impact of their nudges indicates who's most eager to!I get in and my eyes scan for a place to sit..none.Retreating to a corner I dread the entire hour that I have to spend standing.I look and feel terribly grumpy.I then feel a hand on my arm,a girl offers me her seat,I sit,I feel relieved,I smile.We kept switching seats at intervals till we got off at our destination(coincidentally the same).I smiled again,thanking her for her kind gesture.It also became something I could write about.(Brownie points!)

          When was the last time you were randomly kind?When was the last time you held the door for a friend or a stranger?When did you last hold your umbrella out for someone who didn't have one?If the answers to all these questions takes you way back in time then it's time to begin doing them again.Begin small;smile at a stranger perhaps or pat a stray dog on your way home.Your gesture may not be reciprocated it may not be acknowledged or appreciated either but that is absolutely no reason to stop.When someone someday has been having a bad day your gesture would make them feel a little better;that someone can be you too.As Morgan Freeman said(reference:Evan Almighty) "You know how to change the world son? One act of random kindness at a time."