The Last Time I cried

As depressing as it may sound, this is reality. Which each of us go through at one stage of life, we admit or not, we know it or not.

This happened during handling an assignment at Filipines. The days, when I was away from home, when I met people whom I never knew, who I never thought existed. After a short time spent with them, I learnt how human's are related by their very nature. Life is the same, where ever we are, however we are. We are very common with the pains, hunger, loneliness, happiness, its just that we lead our lives in different styles in different time zones. When I met these friends from filipines, my belief that Love is Universal was only affirmed.It was so affirmed that it was ought to be true. The quick smoke breaks, the little expressions of each other's feelings, the coffee cups, the deep conversations and many more made me realize the unique connection all of us have. The time flew. People who made a positive impression, a few who left a blank space. Perhaps, life is an Oscillation between all these stages.

Some times, I think, Is being in Love and expressing it bound to gender,age,time and Space? When we know that by expressing it, both the parties feel better, why not do it? Anyways, after a series of incidents I learnt, that being with people we tend to feel insecure because of a preset notion, which may or may not be true.

Life is very incomplete without the knowledge of yourself and why you are the way you are. When the day of return was ahead, I cried my heart out for days. This time of my life, made me realize that we are all one. I cried for the waiter who served me food, for the receptionist who wished me everyday, for my Yosi friend who held his thoughts at a gulp. My friend who gifted me one new gift everyday. My friend who brought me prawns every tuesday, some one who drank beer 'san miguel' sharing the cosmic connection.

all of them who helped me to be what I am today.