Without pyjamas...

How does it feel when you get your favorite dish to eat after a long hunger pang? I felt this thrice yesterday! Imagine long rush hours of government office formalities, ambulating here and there, hunger pangs and then? Then you eat your favorite food! Wow! I got this feeling thrice in a day.

What was still to come? I had more work in the office (dad's office). Cargo had to be unloaded. Inspection, counting, and guess what? Labor was short in numbers, so? So I had to do the physical work! I just wanted to finish the work A.S.A.P., I said A.S.A.P., because it was already 2 a.m., yeah I said 2 a.m. Finally everything was wrapped at 3 a.m., I won't say again that it was 3 a.m. I was sweaty, dirty, stinky and seemed like the worst possible guy a girl would like to have sex with. To add to the pudding, my face was dark with dirt. For extra toppings, I hadn't applied deodorant in the morning. But...BUT... (of course my butt was paining but...) but to go back home, I had my bike (Yamaha FZ16, awesome bike). The roads were without a hint of traffic, clean, straight, smooth, shining with yellow road lamps, traffic signals blinking and my passion for speed. Air was cool. I, cruising at 100kph, drying up my sweat, cool wind hitting my face and my bare arms, it felt like a dream.

Now what? In the middle of nowhere, I saw an old man with white beard and white hair, white kurta (no, he wasn't wearing his pyjamas), standing on the road side. Unheeded by my speed, he attempted to cross the road (suddenly!). I managed to save both of us (or probably just myself) by passing from his side. Man! Why the hell he crossed the road like that? Did he forget his pyjamas on the other side of the road?

Or was he the face of death, trying to remind me that death can come anytime, so live as if you were to die tomorrow. Or was he the reminder of the accident that I saw in the morning where the biker was hit by a speeding bus on the ring road, and I could see his brains lying on the road? Shouting at my face that life can leave your hand anytime, so stop holding onto someone else's life and start living your own life.

Angels

Whenever a child says that I don’t believe in fairies, there’s a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead” – Peter Pan

I believe in fairies and angels as much as anyone believes in global warming. It might be childlike but it’s there in my belief. There’s a world beyond us where angels live and they can see us. They can hear us. Even we can hear them if we try to. The intuition we have is the whisper of an angel. The omens we see are the language of angels.

Angels want us to be happy. So they whisper near us in the form of intuition to tell us what we shall do. They drop omens which we should follow to reach our destination. They grant our wishes if we ask for them genuinely and passionately, and believe that they are already granted to us.

To hear the voice of angels, we have to cut out all the outside noises that dwell in our mind. When there is peace in our heart, we can hear their voices telling us everything that is infallible. You can feel that the angels love you, they care for you. They want the best for you if you are willing to listen to them. You can see them in your dreams, in your loved ones, all around you playing in perfect harmony. The butterfly that catches your sudden attention, the dream that is immaculate in your memory even after days, the beggar that knocks your door when you are about to do something wrong, the music that starts playing in the background when you see your soul mate, the child that sells you pencils when you need to write something, angels are everywhere, you just can’t see them, just hear them, feel them and be loved by them.