NOT SO DEAD A SOUL, there is hope !

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Sitting on the bench in the middle of the day, I can see waves of river coming and going. Sorrow is like a wave in my life, but the sad part is they always come, but never go. Crowded streets with bright lights, showing the colorful life. Snowy mornings with two mugs of tea, showing the beauty of relationships. Green leaves dancing with the air of scent, making the people dance too. But, they never caught my attention. Bright lights will get dimmer. Snow will melt and green leaves will be yellow one day. Everything will get blur. Everything will come to end. Who will soothe me then? Who will make me dance? Oh my soul, you have been blurred long ago and oh my body, it's your turn now
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An old man sat near me and started reading the newspaper.

“A dead soul, hidden in a young body”, he said.
“Sorry?” I asked him, confused
“You have a young body but a dead soul lady.” He said while reading newspaper.
“What? Who are you to say such thing? I am not a dead soul. I am a happy person.” I said angrily. Deep down, I knew it was the truth.
“Have you seen your eyes? Your eyes hold so much pain and coldness. What's the matter? You can share with me.”

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Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't know what happened​ but I really shared my pain with an unknown person who was my grandfather's age.
“It's raining. It's raining in my heart. My life has become a thunderstorm and it's killing me everyday. The world is not beautiful for me. Look at me. You can find all the negativity of this world hidden in me. My eyes reveal gloominess of this world. My lips speak the unspoken bitter realities of life. I am dead. My soul is empty. Why I will find this world beautiful? What it has done to me? I am returning it what it has given me. I have no hope.”
He folded his newspaper and stood up.
“After the thunderstorm and rainy night, the sun always shines out most beautifully. As long as the sun spreads its light to every leaf, as long as flowers remain the sign of love, as long as a baby smiles in his sleep, as long as you find a mother sleeping hungry for her kids, as long as you see an entire universe in a person's eyes, as long as rain changes your sad mood, as long as you feel someone's pain... there is hope. There is hope for you. There is hope for me and I see hope in this world. And I believe hope is the only thing that makes us alive. I was mistaken. You're not a dead soul. You're a caterpillar that soon will turn into a butterfly.”
He went.

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As he was walking away, I rose up, looked at him from a distance, I wondered, how God indirectly converses with you. Sometimes through dreams, sometimes through Prayers and sometimes through his people. I immediately felt relieved because I got satisfaction that’s there’s hope and there’s some Mundane who watches over me and Loves me as I am.