HUMANE

I see him standing among the huge crowd with a proud heart but lonely memories.

The buzz of all the trains is so huge but is unfruitful to disturb him. Though he seems chilled out, there is a volcano running inside of him for he is to lose someone and something he has cherished all his life.

After years and years of love he is about to leave him to go far away to cherish his dreams, to materialize his thoughts.
But somewhere deep down the moment, he is alone. He is calm and composed from outside, but from within the heart he is all shouting to stop him, to tell him not to go away. But he does not. Coz he want him to live.

Years ago in childhood, his father expired at his teenage. He had a mere xxx Rs. note in his pocket when he came to Mumbai for earning a livelihood. Started with a mere salary of xxx bucks he started building his castle. The dream which he then had to nurture for years, unknowing of the fact whether his efforts and plans were going to fetch him something or not. He just kept chalking and walking. Coz he had no option to stop. He went on. Earning a livelihood from 3 sources at a time, Mumbai was a home for yet another person who had dreams in his eyes.

Days went, years rolled by, the progress was slow but yes, there was progress. Strolling down the almost empty lanes of andheri he returned to his so called home at late night. Those were the days when he actually lost his sleep. After sleeping for just 4-5 hrs, yet another Olympic day started for him. There was no time, no mood, no thought to get tired, to stop, to think back, to re-plan. All was just keep going, keep walking, hoping for the things to turn his way one fine day.

Probably that one fine day is this day. When he is about to leave the most beautiful person of his life. Things were like a love-hate relationship. Love coz of all the support, guidance, and affection for all these years. Hate for all the things restricted, said bad or scolds. All comes to an end at this moment when the parallel lines will be running to infinity, probably to never meet again.

No tear from his eye, coz he had a rock solid heart, but all broken into pieces from within, just thinking about what went wrong. Doubting himself whether his plan was wrong, whether he missed on something. All skeptical behind the mind, that old man let it all happen.

It's truly said, some things are better unsaid. Some things are better undone. Always let things go. If they were truly yours they will come back to you. And then is the win of life. Irrespective of the position you hold, money you earn, years you have lived. This single winning stroke of chance is worth every shot of life. All is worthwhile at this moment. I call this HUMANE.