Buying the gifts from the, small kid, standing outside the megastore. The glint of happiness in his eyes says.. Truly.. for both, it was a Merry Christmas for sure..
The decorations done. The turkey stuffed, already in the oven. Suddenly goes off the smoke alarm..Oh Heaven! But ..she hadn’t yet pressed the ‘On’ Button.
He loves his solitude,a young bachelor.. Just back from work. He unlocks the main door. Footsteps, on the bedroom stairs, he heard for sure.
The lights in the room , suddenly went off. But,Of course, I have no fear. Pfft .. thud..! The sound was loud and clear. No hush hush tones and no tiptoe at all. But does Santa ,really come from the Chimney ,after all?
5. It’s a white Christmas..chilly too. The long French Window, offers a clear view. No one came up or went down the snow laden path. But weren’t those footprints new?
Children learn to adjust and
they learn also to assert.
The Park and their playground
Teaches them so much..
in all their growing years.
They get bullied and also learn to lead.
They’ll learn acceptance, overcome their fears.
They’ll get hurt and also laugh through their tears.
These experiences ,will play an important role in their later years.
Don’t stop them ..let them mingle with all other kids.
They’ll have tremendous fun, might definitely fall.
They will face all situations.
And come up with lovely and unique solutions.
The strong roots of this friendship Are a delight to see. If any adult intervenes. Then “one team” these kids, will all be.
Let them handle the hiccups. Without interference ,from the grown ups. They ll stand by each others side, and face any problem that has come. They always shall be… One and for all and All for one.
The dimly lit rooms and the small dingy lanes.
Suddenly seemed like her past life.
Today she had come to that slum, as a celebrity.
To do her bit for charity.
His classmates hooted and cheered.
The dominating boy jeered.
Yes… surprises come in small packages.
What the thin,weak looking boy did ,was a delight to watch.
The class bully, had finally met his match.
“Cut” ! ..called the director .
Confidently ,to her vanity she walks away.
It had become a habit for her now..
To give the shot, one take okay.
Futile was scoring a century, in his maiden match .
When she did not turn up ,in the stands, to watch.
The thunderous applause from the audience , at the award function.
Faded in the background though.
He had ears only for the gentle claps of someone special , seated in the first row.
Sorry” is not just a little word.
It’s significance,is known by us all.
Just say it without inhibitions.
One little sorry …
Does not make anyone, big or small.
Just say like you mean it
Straight from the heart.
A Sorry can mend differences.
Brings closer, the people, who are apart.
It can be said with a bunch of flowers.
Or a small card.Or it can be just
a phone call.
The best thing that works is,
A sincere ‘Sorry’ , that’s all.
But never say Sorry, if you don’t mean the same.
Or never even utter it, if you know, you are right as rain.
Begging someone’s pardon and appeasing their psyche
Is not going to do anything to set things right.
Sorry should be said and meant
with both sides in accordance.
It should not be forced upon.
Never underestimate, it’s influence.
Let’s not pamper our egos
If your heart says..
you really have said ,or done something unwise.
Forget everything else.
Just reach out and apologize.