They were strangers...

They were strangers.
He felt something for her which was strange and unique.
He grabbed every opportunity to be around her, listen to her, talk to her, topic didn't mattered.
He trusted her and made her laugh.
She developed soft corner for him.
She trusted him the most.
They talked day and night, about everything.
They worked together, laughed together, played together.
Physical distance came between them.
They talked but he got busy in work.
They shared but he cared less.
She complained but he had nothing to say.
They missed but it became a habit.
They lived but now apart.
She wanted him as before but that was lost long.
She tried to remind but he forgot.
She cried out while he doze off.
She tried to show but he couldn't see the difference.
He ignored, She roared.
He slept as tired, she stood awake as tired.
She wanted to talk, he said I've my own life too.
He went ahead, she dragged behind.
He let go, she held hard.
He hurt, she hurt.
He went, she left.
They were strangers again...

Strange Dilemma...

Whenever I see any beggar it just gives a confused and strange pinching feeling. Whether something could be don't for them? If yes, what? Giving them money, I don't know but I don't prefer until it's someone old or handicapped. It's very difficult to decide what's right and wrong in such a situation.
I wish if there could be something that could be done for them about their long term benefit where they could themselves earn their living with dignity and honour and feed themselves and the family.

I hope and pray that God help them.

Isn't it that there are many people in more difficulty than us? But we're always occupied in our situations. I feel blessed to have had normal body and a good living with almost all luxuries and stomach always full. Thank you God.