The Magic Of Lights - The Sunset

A magical experience 

As I sit quietly and stare into the horizon, the sky starts to change colours. The rush in the water starts to slow down. The urgency that was there all day now is fading away. The dragonfly skips in the water creating ripples. A butterfly is flying around looking for her friend, a crimson flower. Slowly the heat is replaced by a soft balmy wind that ruffles my hair. There is a lilting melody playing somewhere far away. The sun and sky start their beautiful dance, as the former slowly dims its rays and paints the horizon a bright shade of crimson. The sky kicks off its heels to create beautiful patterns in the sky. The clouds act as props to create patterns. The blue sky is now slowly turning orange and then pink and now there is peach colour flowing from the sun. The clouds keep flying here and there as if to decide if they want to stay with the blue sky or the orange sun. Relaxed stokes of purple are now creating a masterpiece. 

As I watch this magic happen, I realize it’s been almost two years that I’ve not seen a sunset. There was always something more important than taking a moment to feel this beautiful picture that nature creates every day. Take a moment breathe in this beauty and feel the calmness around…

 

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-Why is it that we always get labelled ?

 The Lady Who Made Rangolis

- Memoirs of a strangers 

Neighbours; its a word that some get very lucky with. But for others, it may not be so. When I used to stay in Mumbai, I had, what I considered, the best neighbours. People who knew each other and were a part of each other’s lives. However, when I shifted to Pune, that notion changed completely. Other than the usual hellos when you are taking the elevator, nothing much. The warmth of interaction somewhere gave way to the efficiency of aloofness. Though we tried our best but eventually we let it be. We recently shifted houses and here also we found the same way. Of course, we need to make concessions for  the covid times and that people don’t want to really mix around, but a smile from your eyes or just a return of greetings?

It is not that everyone is like that, but I suppose a rare spine of the dice has me  come across people who seemed rude. (I can be wrong but when you greet A  PERSON GOOD MORNING AND GET A Grunt in reply. What would you say) Over the years staying here we figured that people didn’t really like being too friendly, and that differed from people to people? The neighbours staying right opposite us fit that bill. The first and the only thing I knew about them was that every day there would be a new rangoli in front of their doors. I have to say, it was beautiful and I really do appreciate the effort of doing this every day. One day I saw her making it, I initiated a conversation wishing her good morning and telling her how beautiful her art is. Got a cold response of a good morning and thank you. Post that whenever we saw each other it was always like that, I eventually let it be. But I did appreciate her discipline as I am currently trying very hard to stay on a plan and be disciplined and I know how tough it is to follow a routine. 

Recently they shifted out. Now whenever I open my doors, I don’t see that beautiful white powder designs which I got used to seeing. Honestly, I miss that. Weirdly, I miss that neighbour whom I really never spoke to.  Does make me think if I should have tried harder. Its interesting how a small thing associated with someone can become a memoir…

A ode to romance

Some Of the most magical dialogues:
1. : I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.

2. Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?

3. Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

4. All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if its a work of art or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, out side of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?

Unfold the Un-Noticed

The doodle on the paper, the unexpected hug… those eyes focused at you in a room full of people………….

Every now and then life gives you those hints which most of the times we miss, which most of the times just goes unnoticed, which most of the time doesn’t have TIME. All of us are just so busy in the rigmarole of life that it is impossible to even think that life would give you hints for itself. Like us we think life is also very busy ‘BEING BUSY’ but that my friend is not really true, well at least I think so.

‘Life is a mystery, we need to unfold it’ this was said by a dear friend of mine and that time honestly I never understood the meaning of it the way I understand it today. Most of the time we are so busy running in the race for life that forget discovering the mystery, we forget that we have a life. But the irony is that it’s this life only that make us slog like slaves but it’s this life only that makes us realize that not all of it is worth it. And its life only that shows us those small things that we forget to notice.

When was the last time you noticed …The fragrance of the rose, the drops of the dew, the first ray of the sun, the first drop rain, the smile of that stranger whom you’ll never see in life, the giggle of that kid in the neighborhood, the first sip of tea early morning, the shivers in the winter night under your quilt, the known-unknown song which you would hum every morning, the sigh and relief once you hit the bed…. The hug from an old friend, a drop of joy from a loved one….the cloudy sky with shapes of the Dark Lord. There are just so many of them that sometimes it’s impossible to even notice them yet these are signs of life, signs that life is giving you, telling you to stop and enjoy THIS moment…BECAUSE this MOMENT will never come back… Cherish it

Unfold the mystery; unfold life, because life is giving you hints to UNFOLD it…..

Alone in the night

Alone in the night
I shine bright,
Reaching heights of the light.
I am alone but I light
The night.
Alone in the night.

It’s been sometime that you saw me bright,
Alone in the night.
I crackle with sounds
But you’ll never know what lies behind those sounds.
I grow bigger with might
With the winds blowing tight.
Alone in the night

There are loads to hear
Loads to cheer,
Its dark why fear.
I’ll keep you warm,
I’ll keep you strong
Alone in the night

The flames are bright
They fly like kite
Reaching the height of the light
Alone in the night
I shine bright.

Miss The Missing

Missing, what do you really mean by it? The dictionary meaning says “absent, something not being there”. Is it just that, well somewhere nobody really knows? Life keeps throwing its googlies and suddenly while defending yourself from those, one forgets to miss the important things that we have in our lives. Actually some don’t even know what’s important. We get lost in the rigmaroles of life and forget the most important thing, Experiencing LIFE, experiencing the importance of people in them, appreciating them, living with them. We forget to miss, we say it realize it what we actually miss.

Missing, a strong word and irreplaceable feeling. Sometimes we don’t realize how important someone is till the time the person is actually missing. The void, yes when you feel there is a void because of someone then you surely are MISSING. Most of the times we forget to say it out loud. Most of the times there is no point in saying it out loud coz it’s too late. Most of the time you can just say it but nothing will happen, because you and only you are there to experience the feeling. The person concerned is gone, gone forever. It’s imperative that we realize how important life is and the people in them. It’s imperative that we appreciate their existence; we tell them how important they are. How the mere presence of them in our lives makes a difference. Its imperative that we live life, we experience it and tell them how wonderful it is to miss them but how very IMPORTANT it is that they come back because life as we know is not the same without them.

I MISS YOU, I miss you all…… I know I can’t fill the entire void that has been created but I know you can still avoid having any. SO always remember to
Miss The Missing.

Life does take a 360 degree turn

Staring at the sky today tried to think if the Mumbai sky was any different from My Delhi Sky. But didn’t find any difference, the skies were the same. But today my life isn’t the same. A smile just crossed my face thinking of all that I’ve experienced in the past two months, how my life has changed totally. I’ve heard people say my life took a 360 degree turn. I honestly never understood this line, but today I know. From Delhi to Mumbai, from living in the posh south Delhi C. R. Park to living in the suburbs of Mumbai in a place called Kalyan,from traveling for just 20 minutes for work to traveling 5 hours in the day, from driving my own car to traveling in trains, from the comfort and security of my own vehicle to the bruises and push-pull methodology of the trains, from jhal muri, ghugi to sukha bhel and vada pav, from friends to random strangers. Life has really taken 360 degrees turn.From being the elder daughter to the sole bread earner and the head of the family. Never thought I would grow up so fast in just two months.

November which was meant to be one of the stepping stones for my life became a month
which well gave the most devastating news for life, My Dad Having CANCER. Honestly
I never thought I’ll ever write about this but today when I pen down my pain and
struggle I just realized that there might be many more like me struggling in a life which is totally black. From living a life of sunshine, pleasures and delight to a life which is so uncertain and impossible that sometimes I really think it’s just a bad dream and soon it would be over. But well its life and it always takes its own course. You just have to flow in its waves.

In this year where everyone is making resolutions and aiming for new goals, aspiring
for new hopes and looking forward for a better life. I too like others thought of making some but then realized that today life is not allowing me to dream. Today life is making me take the biggest challenge that it could offer. Today when I look at the unknown sky, I know it’s not different but I also know that it’s not mine. In an unknown city with strangers I am fighting the biggest battle of my life. Yes, I do become hopeless once in a while; yes I do feel that I won’t be able to do this anymore. But then again I’ve fought this for so long; I know I can win this.

But the doubts, yes the uncertainties everything lies around. Will there be light again, will I be able to win this battle.......

DURGA PUJO – comes in every year to bring in the gift of life.

~ Sondher Aalo te, Misti Hashi, Ekta Sugran, Shankho Dhwani Te Bore Eelo Ma’er pran
Ponchami er bela te, mon ta ma’er jone osthir hoye othee.

Today, is panchami, as the Bengali community gears up to welcome the mighty Durga Ma, this year too would be special just like others. I’ve learnt with whatever little experience I have of living the grand festival that each Durga pujo brings in something new to life, a meaning or even a new beginning. Every time when Ma comes she brings in a miracle for everybody. For some it’s the sheer joy of celebrating this epic festival with families and friends, for some it’s the reconnect with the holy deity, some enjoy the glamour and the grandeur associated with it, some the simplicity, some are bowled over with the appearance of Durga ma, and some just lose themselves in her devotion. The list goes on.

But with years I’ve realized whenever Ma comes she brings in a small gift, at least that how I see it. Be it be strength to live a new life or the experience of the mystical Shimla Durga badi, the manifestation of the seed of photography or the realization of being responsible, gift of hosts of friends, the memoirs of those four-five days, adda and cha at 2.00am in the morning, sitting on chairs, saying nothing at all , dozing off but still not heading home, reuniting with school and college mates, surprises about their lives and realizing so much time has gone by yet the friendship continues like the fragrance of sandalwood. The long lists of dresses, what to wear when, coordinating with friends making sure no two people turn up in the same dress, hanging out in large groups and becoming the central point of discussion for the people around, trying out food from every stall, serving bhog, returning at 4 in the evening to step out at 7 again. No rest, no sleep just adda and fun. Underlying this lies the hidden facts of forgiving enemies, meeting lost friends, making new ones, starting new relationships, planting new memoirs, looking at your past as a bad dream and stepping forward for the new one, waking up everyday with the fragrance of Ma, dressing to welcome her, bowing in front of her with folded arms and feeling her warmth and love filling up your soul. Souls getting cleansed with the aroma of dhunochi and the melody of the dhak. Dancing for Ma, to express your affection, slowly losing yourself in the devotion, losing you rhythm, your rhyme to her song. The feeling of losing yourself to ma is so effervescent and enormous; it’s difficult to describe it in words. The glow and the aura makes you speechless, it’s divine.

Durga Pujo comes every year to bring in the gift of life with dhak er awaaz, dhunochi er sugran, misti khawa, sidhur khela.. And many more. Durga Pujo was special every year; let’s see what Ma how Ma makes it special this year.

The lonely road, not so lonely anymore.....

It’s been sometime that I’ve walked the lonely road. Set amongst the millions of colonies in Delhi, the road seems ordinary, starting from a bent leading to another world. By the looks it is a regular road. Enduring the test of time, some would say it sure is never lonely. Surely it might sound a little absurd that a road can be lonely. But if someone decides to meet the road post 8’o’clock, it’s a different story. Lined by variety of houses on one side, some big, some small, some has children some has songs, some has memories and some just stand along. Lined with trees on the other side, trees which become his pals, trees which help him play; trees which make him feel less lonely. As you walk along the road, the silence of the night might surprise you. The night, a very silent and peaceful night, displaying the songs of the stars and the dance of the moon. Together with the road I notice the changing tempo of the glamorous performance of the heavens. A performance which takes place everyday, but we are so busy in our lives that we hardly get to notice it. It was as if it was just done for the road. To bring up that smile, to make it feel loved, to make it less lonely.

The road welcomes each and everyone with open arms every morning. Wanting nothing in return. Cars, scooters pass over, dogs laze around. It plays the game of hide-and-seek with the shadows of the trees. Moring is always fun, with people bustling with the joy of life, but it’s the night which becomes lonely. As the road waits for someone.

As I walk passed the trees mesmerized with its story. A thought crossed my mind; today the lonely road wasn’t really lonely. I was there, there to share the mystical experiences of the night, there to listen to its whining bright, there to acknowledge the beauty of it all shinning bright.

The lonely road, not so lonely anymore.

2nd Bengali Poem.. TUMIIIIIIIIIIII

Tumi hain tumi..
Tomay jaani ki aami ?
Khothaye tumi ?
Ke tumi ?
Tomay jaani ki aami?
Koto kotha
Koto dukho
Tomaye sobh bolte eecha kore
Kintu..
Tomay jaani ki aami ?

Roj aalo aasche, kintu tumi toh aascho na..
Roj hawa chole, kintu tumi toh aascho noye..
Keno tomay dekte eecha hoye ?
Keno tumi noye ?
Tumi hain tumi..
Tomaye ki jaani aami ?

Chobita puro noye..
Aakash ta shoboj hoye
Kintu
Tomaye dekte eecha hoye
Keno tumi nai
Keno tomaye dekte eecha hoye
Tumi hain tumi..
Tomaye ki jaani aami ?

Delhi Rains....

Rains, some of us like it some of us can’t stand it. But one thing which nobody can avoid is the beauty of it. Yes, true if stuck in knee deep water accompanied with an hour long jam then the beauty is not that beautiful though. Yes, yes I agree they can be a pain but what to do sometimes its fun to enjoy the pain too.

Today, the rain drops looked like hungry children screaming for food... falling on the puddle in front, one couldn't stop noticing the beauty of it. Dark clouds making rumbling noises, the crazy wind blowing everything possible, the dust that makes you squint, the smell of the ground and yet again that smile when the first drop touches you. Smile indeed, thinking and wishing if that one special one was with you to enjoy that feeling, to hold your hand, dance with you, crazy smile and laugh at you looking at that wet pony, that incredible mad hair style, then suddenly holding you up in their arms and giving you that most amazing hug. Or maybe cuddling in each others arms and watching the rain fall, making paper boats and dropping them from your balcony for them to float...or just standing alone and feeling every drop touch your soul to refresh you to the core.

So many things so many moments so many splashes, so many drops, noises around, lots of music... But the best is with your family with hot cup of coffee or tea and hot yummy pakoras yummmmm.

Enjoy every bit of life you never know maybe it’s the last drop that falls on you...........HAPPY RAINS

LOVE LOOKS

As you all know and well might have just noticed my life is all about fairytale s, hopes, and dreams and lots of it. Well other than thinking about all of this I like watching television also. Over the past few days I've seen many movies and serials concerning love, romance etc etc. I tried to ignore this particular aspect but couldn't do so for long.So here goes let me tell you this one. Every love story has those typical "love looks".Now you might be thinking what is this love look well its when suddenly the heroine or the hero get very lovy dovy and in a crowd of millions suddenly from no where give that intense look of I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.. look deep into your soul, which might be true for that particular moment while a moment back he was checking someone out... But is that normal well I really don't know people in love do such weird things its crazy. But eventually I think all these things makes love what it is .... Some say its the most beautiful thing in the world some say well its okay I can use some, some say its the best.... I say its life.... FALLING in love is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world... Lot of people have commented and expressed how they felt. But the most important things is to cherish it and live it.. one should not try to hold it coz as they say if its yours then it will stay with you always... BELIEVE IN IT.. coz if you don't love wont. A true example would be this... That day I was walking back from the gym and noticed a couple walking hand in hand .. one could make out they had stepped out to go for a walk in sports shoes and track pants and all. To my surprise it was a very old couple... but what was beautiful about it was the love they shared.. I kinda had the opportunity to hear the conversation they were having and it was beautiful... I was accompanied with some of my friends n one of them was a guy he also said "Wow this happens". The man was saying to his wife see isn't it fun walking in these new shoes. You need to walk the doctor told you to walk everyday. To which the old lady replied but you should not walk you get leg aches. the man smiled and said Its okay , walking will help you keep fit and seeing you my beautiful wife will make my pains go away... then they gave each other that ever lingering "I love you so much "look. BEAUTIFUL was that moment. I kind of always had big question mark about falling in love .. one gets hurt and all and even some get crazy.. but after this incident I know I also want to fall in love head over heals , I also want to hold the hand , I also want to get lost in the crowd among so many people from a distance give that look"I love you so much" One day yeah one day for sure

AAJ AAKASH SHEE MEGH DEKECHE (A Bengali Poem) My 1st first ever

Aaj aakash shee megh dekeche

Aaj batashe chobbi eekeche

Kobita toh likte parina kintu tomay dekte eeche ootheche

Rasta aaj khalli keno

Shobayi ki Bali gelo

Shorjo ta aaj tez keno noye

Shondeta dor keno bhai

Shob toh aaj tumi keno noye

Tomay dekte eeche hoye

Bristti hobe monoye

Tai monoye rasta ta khali hoye

Gadi gullo chala phira kore

Kintu tumi toh noye

Aaj batasche chobbi eekeche

tomay dekte eeche ootheche

A foggy winter photo

Well the Delhi fog is not a surprise element for any of us. It seems to have settled in our lives now. Some enjoy it some curse it. Personally I am loving it. Why, one may ask ? Why love the fog and the winter chills ? There are so many other things to love why this. My answer is simple, the fog reminds me of dreams which are sometimes clear yet not reachable, which are there but when you open your eyes its not there again. Sometimes it smiles then again turns its face around... Just like the fog.. Every morning we get up not knowing how the day is going to be foggy, misty or a normal winter sunny day.

Imagine a cup of hot tea in your hand and you are in middle of no where the only thing visible is fog and only fog. You have a camera in your hand and well the situation seems perfect. There goes the perfect picture.. kichak.. captured in my camera. Its beautiful my bones are giving up on me my brain says its time run for your life but yet I cant give it up. Its just breathtaking. Its just too beautiful. The illusion wrapped in a misty white quilt , which leaves you guessing as to what is there under the quilt.

Its amazing how the fog creates illusions around you.. well no doubt driving goes for a toss but its fun.. if seen in the right spirit. One cant really help if there is too much fog so lets just presume that its a hide and seek game where you are blindfolded. Well too much of optimism what to do the fog does this to me.

It was indeed a beautiful day really don't know how the night is going to be my brains are going to have a very strict chat with me but its worth every shot....

Looking forward to such beautiful yet mysterious days ....

Unchained Melody....

An unchained melody, some unsaid words and a diminutive whisper...
a drop of tear, an unchained song......
A tingle of sound....
Cry of a baby, Harmony of rhymes

An incomplete story, an unread tale......
A misty lane, lonely rains.....
Some wishes, some in vain, some dreams .........
A smiling face, a wishful vase.....

A colourful rainbow, a dark horse
Some feathers of a bird
Blue sky, white clouds
foggy road, misty board....

Something here, something there
Empty stomach, a plate full of food
a glass full of water, a thirsty throat

A heart full of love, a hand to hold
a untouched beauty, glamorous robe
An unchained melody.... a unchained song

I aM LyInG aLoNe ............

I am lying alone wid my head on the phone thinking of u till it hurts. I know u had to but was it true. Thats the way it is meant to be. Was I dreaming or or was it reality. All the hopes and the wishes.... I wish I could carry your smiles in my heart there are times when my life seems so low.You made me believe what tomorrow could bring you made dreams come true. Iam falling out of love, was lost without you. But I have to move on.....

I was so wrong to let you hold my hand and now you are gone. Its lonely and hard but I will come out of it I know. You took the sunshine away and brought the darkness all around but that will change. It would be spring again. I know you were wrong but you have gone......

I am lying alone with my heart in my hand. You made it bleed and broke it into pieces, you lost your grip and it fell on the floor.................. The sunshine, the love , the smiles all are gone the only thing left is the sorrow. You took everything away you made everythin g black. I know you are happy today. So will I be .

The day will come when i wont be alone , the day will come when you will miss me, the day will come when the sun will shine again, the flowers will bloom again, I will laugh with all might and there would be tears in your eyes. The day will come when you will hold your heart and lie alone with the same.The day will come when you will regret this day. Yes it will come when you'll be lying alone with your head on the phone waiting for my RING :)

Let me tell you a secret

My favourite topic life. I can go on giving gyan about it to each and everyone. Life a mystery a puzzle . A book of memories and blank slate for some. A journey , a lane of experiences. Something which brings surpries and shocks too. A sweet gift to some, a sad ending for some. But at the end we do everyting to live it, we eat study drink earn money just to live it. Its unfair its brutal, its difficult , its hard, and most importantly its not always the way we want it to be. Life is never the way we plan it, NEVER, If it has come out the way you planned lucky you. BE HAPPY. And if it hasny hey it hasnt ended, it wil change you can change. And if it doesnt change then let it be may be its better like this.
My life hasnt been the way I've wanted , well I am sure everyone doesnt get what they want some where soemthing is always missing. But the secret is the faith and the hope that you hold in your life. If life sucks well enjoy the sucking, atleast it sucks:) . I know its really easy to say this but hey try .What are the possibilities it wont work out so be it, atleast you tried . You wot regret that you didnt. There are three things that I really want out of life, havent got either of tem and frankly know I dont stand much chances in getting them hey that mean I wont try.
The secret is dont lose that hope and keep trying. Areeeeeeeeeeee it will happen swear.

Alone I Stand

Sometimes doesn't that feeling of loneliness hound you ? Sometimes you want to say a lot but its impossible as there is no one to listen too. You feel like calling up someone but there is no number that you can . There might be many people in that contact list of yours but no one to talk to. May be there is that one person but that one person is also busy. Then what ? What can you do ? The feeling of emptiness increases more and more the loneliness lingers and each second becomes impossible to spent. There is this sting of pain that hurts so much that tears storm out like a river .
Why ? Why does it happen ,what is that a person can do at this time. There is this feeling of defeat , a feeling of morose and helplessness . You just need a word of encouragement . Someone to say hey its going to be fine, you'll be okay and would come out of it eventually I am there for you don't you worry . But does that really happen ? Well according to me no it doesn't . At least to me it doesn't . All of us probably have this habit of blaming someone else for what is happening to ones self and never releasing that maybe its you .
Questions and more questions these keep piling up . Answers to none and the pain keeps increasing . The hope dying very slowly and steadily . NO One can really see but you know ,you are drowning ,drowning deep within the ocean. A ocean from where one can bring you bcak no one can help you ou

ArE yOu LiStEnInG

hmmm as I've put in before also i blve in Fairytales you should too.. But sometimes my blve also gets troubled just like anybodies on their ethics n their beliefs . Life is very funny sometimes what u think is going to happen next moment and trust me you're prepared but suddenly smething totally difffrent youre blwen out and you just dont kknow what to do where to go how to manage it . You start thinking . what just happened,the beautiful valleys disappear and everything goes blank . How do you ahdle these things. Funny isnt it ?
But then probably thats life one can say lot of things but one has to blve in it to really make it a success. Sometimes you lose trust on what you blve ,I have its at this point that you need that person to tell you that you are not wrong and you can do it. Its here that those who are called your loved ones come to rescue. But how many times are you able to tell them how you feel that you need their support . Frankly I have never managed to do that ,Never!!!!!
Now the Question arises whose responsibility is it ? . NO one can categorise that but its the responsibilty of both sides . BOth of them should be able to understand each other. In todays time when everyone is so busy in there own space their own small life that they forget to notice that the other one is waiting for you to notice , Notice that PAIN, The TEARs Of pain , waiting for that word of encourgement, That HUG, That smile which says Iam there for you . Its funny that e alwys presume that we are there ,One forgets to just say it. Sometimes its what you say does it all. AS SOME ONE VERY DEAR says "Action speaks louder than words" then atleast do those actions.