I come across so many unknown faces every single day. Everyone is busy in going one way or the other. There are times when I wonder what kind of life they might be living. Their existence is huddled with problems which are a whole lot different than mine.
A little girl is selling pens on the road because she needs to fulfil her dream of studying. An old man is delivering goods from house to the other because he needs to fill the stomach of his family. A serene face of a boy may hide the chaos storming inside him because his mother is dying slowly. Or a girl might conceal her scars after getting abused at her very own house.
All of us are going through one thing or the other. We have our own battles to deal with. Isn’t it strange how different our struggles are, but they make us all same?
All of us are humans, struggling and surviving this life.
All of us are going from one place to the other, have very different circumstances to deal with, but we have the same motive—to make this life a little bearable, a little happier.
It makes me sad when I see people and imagine their hardships and their sorrows. We don’t know what they are going through, and how difficult it might be.
May all the people get the strength to smile.
May each one of us find peace in life.