Saturday, April 16, 2011

It's a wonderful World.

Packed with people of all ages, the Train started its journey. People going to their work, colleges, were awaiting for their stops to disembark and carry the day on. Seated near one of the Windows was an Old man and his 30 years or so aged, son. As the train moved, this 30 year old seemed overwhelmed with joy with every passing bit of scenery he saw. Jouyoulsy mentioning aloud to his father " Dad, did you see those Green Trees swaying with those winds, they are so beautiful, are'nt they? "

With every animal grazing around those lush green fields, and the brids flying high, as the train passed by, the son would, full of pride and joy say the same aloud and even clap his hands like a little child. This behavior went on for sometime, and people around were becomming a little perturbed by such a behavior of a grown up man. Tensed as they were about something or the other, most of the co-passengers of this Father and Son, said many things about the Son's behavior. Some were so irritated that they even told the Father of the 30 yeard old to ask him to keep his voice low. Some thought that he maybe insane or might be mentally disturbed.

Suddenly it started raining. and as the rain drops sprayed on the travelers through the open window, the 30 years old, filled with much joy, said to his father " Dad I could so far smell the ground when it rained, feel the wind in my hair and my hands, hear these people talking and moving about, but today i can see everything and all of these beautiful faces, and now i really know why they call this a wonderful world".

The 30 years old had been born blind, and had just got his vision back thanks to some donor, and this was his first day of re-birth into this wonderful world.

So at times, we may not know why or how a person feels as he talks or reacts, everyday is a re-birth for all, and dont be rude or hate anyone. None asked you to love or hate the other, so Live your life to the fullest, you may not wake up to see tomorrow.

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