A Stage Called Life

It's wonderful to read something, which is written from the heart, as a helping hand to lift one from debris. It is said it's difficult to read humans, but one thing I could say empathy is one aspect which is minutely present in our society, its marginal presence is in everyone but it takes a lot of will and trigger by anyone to nurture empathy.

There are millions of events happens around us, as if millions of projectors are simultaneously showing movies in a cinema hall where on every wall up, down, side, every corner you could see different movies going on in some there is a slender girl with his cute smile and sexy body and his contrasting clothes attracts and brings a sheepish smile on your face, on one screen, a woman is running wildly as if that run is her last run with horrific expression on her face, you gets perplexed and was eager to know what is happening, suddenly you hears her cry sitting down on the floor, crying for a part of her own which she had evolved after months of hard work and patience as if it was more than her own body.

Another one Shooks you up from the bottom, this time you realizes the cruelty of the world, a man lying down with some droplets of a fluid on his side, after couple of glares you feel the pain which is running inside the woman sitting next to the man, there's a tube connected with the man's penis and he was discharged just from the hospital due to lack of finance, anyone could straight away say that looking the helpless peasant faces of them.

At this time you realizes you are the only one in this auditorium to watch these live performing films, and here there are no intervals and no full stops, you also sheds two tears from the corner and watches a beautiful girl passing in the hall outside from the transpired window, you forgets all the pains and moves out trying to catch the butterfly, watching the flexible body of your prey, you plan for the attack ......

And becomes the part of another movie 

........and the auditorium becomes once again empty