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 Weeping all around, how can I live here?
The world is so so bad, how can I pass a day,
I don’t want to read the evening news papers
I don’t want to hear the frightful breaking news.

Crying all around, reasons are so much…
The men are so so bad, how can I live with them.
How can I wish good luck, I know that won’t work
How can I have a wish, I lost all my hopes.

Battles all around, for winning big zeros
The rulers are so bad; they may kill us too,
How can I vote for them, nothing good to choose?
How can I trust on them, once they broke all trusts?

Cheatings all around, for earning bad zeros,
The sellers are not good, they sold all their goodness.
Byers also cheat; they want to buy all sins.
How can I be honest, in this world of frauds?

How they win the world by killing all of us?
How they enjoy wealth by cheating all of us?
How they smell fragrance by spraying all our blood?
What a world is this? Can I have an answer?

I can see mothers, wandering all around,
Expelled from their homes, reasons are many.
How their sons can sleep, with their sons in calm
Later their sons too, will do the same to them?

Crying children around, in all the nightmares
Some of them have been, raped so cruelly,
Some of them may be the victims of all wars.
How can I stop seeing that? Can I have an answer?

How can I pass a day, without knowing all these?
How can I escape from all these haunting thoughts?
I can be in my closed room, but can it stop all these?
Truth stares me, that I can’t change anything.

Each moment I enjoy, somebody is in sorrow.
Happiness I can have, but somebody is in pain.
Can I have a feast, when others are in starving?
How can I pass a day, Can I have an answer?

I don’t want to be a priest, to live near to god,
I don’t want to be a prophet, to purify the sins,
I want to be a man among all other humans,
At least one day here, in my dream ideal world.


Here is my entry to women’s day contest. (click the image for details) More than a competition, I want to use this opportunity to spread my vision to a wide audience. This is a public call to action and touches all the listed development issues, but to the unlisted girls in our country.

I don’t want to write a long article about the ‘freedom of women in society’ or ‘equality of women and men’. I never impressed in any of those subjects and, in fact I hate all those scraps. But please don’t misunderstand me, it is not because of I am against women’s freedom or equality, but in reality I never thought about women, our counterparts, in anyway inferior than us men. But unnecessary pleading of equality can create an illusion of inferior feeling among women, which is unfair and thus should be avoided with a strong belief of knowing and building self power and confidence of their own.

A real fact hurts me more intensely than the above mentioned subject is something else, but that may not create an impact on you and may not digest you after the initial read. But still I want to write about that again where ever I am getting an opportunity to present it in front of a vast community. That is about thousands of girls and women out there in our streets, wandering all around for a piece of bread to find a solution for a times empty stomach, searching even in the waste bins to feed their babies, receiving up to thirty customers a day at the age of thirteen in prostitution dens. Poverty and poor situations lead them to reach those pathetic states, but we, the civilized people nicely close our eyes, turn around and think about only our life which is still going on. You people may not realize the facts by sitting and reading this in posh and polished rooms, but as a person gone through the middle of extreme realities and visualized the unbelievable facts those are hard to accept, I am able to write this at least.

I thought about writing a story to convince a few out there, but later dropped that idea. Writing a tragic story of an abandoned stray girl or a girl thrown in to brothel home can jerk a few drops of tears from your eyes. But that doesn’t give any benefit to those girls who are really living a life of those characters. So what is the use?

In reality they are not even counted as humans; they are unlisted in any government listings. They have not been counted as Indians, not as Hindus, not as Muslims, nothing… even not considered as humans too. I have seen many strikes and agitations for availing more benefits to particular communities, particular areas, and various issues affecting we civilized people. But who is there to raise voice for them and who are there to strike for them. A few charity organizations and orphanages are there but comparing to the actual volume of them, those are not enough even for one percentage. So where is a solution? I have never seen any public or political movement pleading government to take care about those unwanted humans. Government is pouring billions of money in various projects to develop our country, but if they allot the equal money of a single project for rehabilitating those people, I think that will be enough to wipe out the entire stray girls at least in our metros. That was my imagination only and nothing is going to work out, I know that too. So I am introducing a new plan and trying to convey this message to as many as I can, through what ever Medias I can avail.

So sad, we can’t change the entire world, don’t even think about that, because it is like an ant trying to take a hill, leave that, but an ant can take a piece of sand from the hill. Then I decided to do what I can? That only is my aim to do. Do only what I can….and the result of that idea is ….

“Take a girl and make a woman”

I want to emphasis this to all my readers too, just to introduce my vision to an enlarged frame. From the childhood I had a vision and later developed and finally reached into a shape and become the answer of how can I change a life and how can I make a woman. Yes I can make a woman. Let us see how it is?

Think about the present life of such a girl who comes in front of you or god shows in front of you, and then think about her future after a few years when she becomes a woman. Who will be she? She will be a beggar, a prostitute or a wandering girl or whatever may be in pathetic situations. Then think about what you can change on her. If you can make a change on her life, you will be doing an act which is not less than making the life of a woman.

There you can create a woman, proud living woman, than a stray girl doesn’t be counted by anybody. Once in a time, after a few years, when you see her going to school in nice uniforms, you can imagine about where she would have been if you were not there. Once in a time, when she starts going for a new job as a proud woman, you can imagine about she is sitting in a brothel home if you were not there.
And you can feel that you are the one made that woman; you are the only one made the life of a proud and independent woman. If you were not there, there would have been a stray girl lived and died through out sufferings. What a waste of life?

And that is something which is unachievable by any human being around you. It will be the greatest achievement in your life. And I insist only one, not many, only one. If you can take a single girl representing the entire poverty and sufferings around you, and make her a woman, that is enough for your life time. Can you do that?

Of course you are doing everything to your family and giving everything to your daughters. But you are not creating or changing the life of anybody. Your kids are supposed to reach where you want them to reach. But a poor girl, who is not supposed to reach in any of those positions in the new life which you are building for her, which is not supposed to be achievable even in her wild dreams. And later whatever you do for her will be a transformation of her future and history. There you, a single human being, can pay the benefits to entire humanity to survive with goodness.

You will not have any regrets about the poverty and sufferings around you. No stray girls on street can disturb your dreams. And you are changing the history of a proud woman, and thus you are making a woman.

Can anybody do that? Can anybody have the heart to do that? Can anybody have the fortitude to do that?

Can the authorities look in this to promote the idea?

It is not about a childless couple adopt a girl from an orphanage, but adopting a street girl to a loving family, childless or with their kids, doesn’t matter.

I know there are legal issues in the present system, but authorities should take necessary steps to start a movement. We need to change the system to accommodate all the human beings; the world is not only for us.

We all can’t start an orphanage or girls home, but we all can accommodate one in our home, as our daughter, is it possible?

If a quarter of us do this in the future, how many lives can we change?

Can we do that?

If my article can become a sparking reason for getting a life to a single such girl, now wandering somewhere in any of our streets, and if she can become a proud woman like all of you, that will be the most satisfactory feeling which I would consider than my entire achievements in my life as a writer and as a human being. One more thing before a stop, I was always ready for starting this movement but failed a few times due to unfortunate reasons, still waiting for an opportunity and legal help from authorities.

I want to tag the following bloggers and I will inform them about the contest.

You are a theist or atheist?

I have faced this question many times in my life. Most of the times that question raised by a confused person who believes himself as a believer of god, most probably he must be a polytheist. And my truthful answer is always I am a believer of god and I can not be an atheist and I can’t stay a micro inch away from that unknown power.

But many of you believe that you are true believers and worshipping your god always, but still you may be a real atheist.

How can a person be an atheist without even knowing the truth that he is an atheist?

Simple answer, “if you do not believe in god, you must be an atheist”.

You may be a polytheist, but still that can be a reason for you to be an atheist.

It is just like mistakenly interchanged babies in the delivery room and whole life they love somebody else as their father. His love is truthful, but I feel pity for that son, same way I feel pity for all god’s sons and daughters in the similar situations.

A vast subject very briefly says…

Human life evolved through various cultures, and various communities started praying various myths and started calling all those are gods and believed that all those have powers to be a god and they started worshipping. There would have been many reasons for them to do that. The followers of those groups and their generations also did the same and still their present generation follows that, and believe what they believe is the real god. They must have got some historical stories to prove their beliefs.

If I am able to be a spectator watching all these incidents from outside throughout the generations, what would be my reactions to their beliefs?

If I am totally aware about the evolution of incidents and all the stories and myths created by men, what will be my reaction to those gods?

All those men and their generations and the whole world had been created by some unknown power and our awareness about that power is a big zero.

Do they believe in god?

No they do not at all believe in god, but believing in some beliefs handed over by somebody. So how can we call them as believers of god? No doubt they are atheists.

The same way vast majority of human beings are still atheists. They never have thought about god a single second in their life. All their life is being wasted by running behind the man made lords. They are devotees of babas, swamis, bhagavans, epic Heros etc.
But nobody is a devotee of god.

So don’t think that you are a believer, think about your beliefs. What do you believe?
What are you worshipping? The one I worship is a man made one or god’s own one?

How men can make gods, if so, why should I pray those gods?

Who told me first to worship that god? How he came to know that is the real god to be worshipped? What was his authority to tell me to worship that?

Who told you that you are in this religion? There was any marks on your body by birth proving that you should be in any particular religion and worship only the selected gods in that religion?

If a sensible person sits and thinks about these questions can easily find that all what we do are the results of big foolishnesses.

So you are a devotee of god… or what?

You may be a person regularly visiting temples, churches, ashrams or any man made institutions related to god, but still you can be an atheist.

Do you want to live as an atheist?

It is your decision.

“A lost and found Story”

Things that you have earned with your own efforts with out hurting anybody will never leave you, or they will come back to you even if you lost it.
That is my belief.
There are some examples in my life and I want to share with you.
Any body can think about a suitcase with all valuable items lost in the big city of Madras, and is it possible to get it back?

Once I went to Madras (Now it is Chennai) for an interview. I caught an auto from Madras central to the hotel where the interview takes place. I was very tired after a long train journey. So before getting in to the auto, I took some soft drinks from one busy shop near railway station. But after drinking I forgot to take my suitcase with all my money and all my original certificates inside. I kept it just in front of the shop and quickly entered in auto and went to the hotel where the interview was going on with my handbag only in hand.
There was a lot of tension in my head and I was in hurry also, so I could not immediately notice about the missing suitcase and I waited in the reception for more than three hours. I remembered that only when they announced my name as the next candidate. I was looking for the certificates and shocked by seeing no suitcase and certificates besides me.
Immediately I ran out but couldn’t remember where I missed it.
I just walked all the way behind with out any aim.
I searched all the reception and in front of the hotel, I couldn’t find it.
Then I got a doubt that it may be there in the railway station or may be in that shop where I had the drinks.
But now almost four hours passed, how it will be there now in this big city?
And no money to catch an auto again, for safety I kept my purse also inside the suitcase and kept a hundred rupee note only in my pocket, damn it !! that I gave to that auto driver also.
I sat down beside the road on a cement wall with all my energy lost.
I felt like all my life is gone, what I can do with out my all certificates ?, how can I go back? Who is there to help me in this big city?
May be I have to beg somebody even for going back.

I was totally upset and sat there for a few minutes without any hope and looking on ground.

I looked in front by hearing a call. That was a beggar boy around the age of twelve or thirteen. He was standing in front of me and asking me money showing his hand.
I looked to his hand, there was a one rupee coin.
I checked in my pocket, and found only a one rupee coin.
That was the only one left in my pocket.
What is the use of keeping it there, let it also go…
I thought like that in desperation.
I put it on his hand and said, “Now you are more richer than me, I become poor , I have nothing in my hands”
He looked on my face with unbelief, and then asked in Tamil.
“You look like a rich man, then where all your money gone?”
“Yes boy, I was rich, but I lost my suitcase somewhere near railway station”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and started walking, but suddently turn around and told me something unexpected from him.
“Sir, don’t worry sir, your bag must be still there only where u kept it, go fast and take it”
That time one bus came and stopped near us.
He put that one rupee coin back to my hand and again put one more coin, that was his earning and said.
“Sir, get in this bus, you can reach railway station with this two rupees, go fast”
I was not in a state to give any reply, but I got some energy from his words and ran to the bus and got in.
I reached railway station in half an hour.

How luckily I found my suitcase was still there in the same place where I kept.
No body even touched it.
So many people were rushing all the way around, but nobody noticed that suitcase luckily, or I think it was still under the custody of god.
I returned back in an auto again. Before reaching the hotel I searched for that boy everywhere near the bridge to give him some money for my pleasure.
But I couldn’t find him.
That was an amazing experience.

Once again I missed some valuable items.
That was a very expensive camera and the set of printout photos taken by that camera.
I received all the printouts from a studio and unfortunately put camera also inside that cover, then we went for a long shopping all over Kuwait city and Malia city.
After a long shopping in many shops we returned home and checked all bags and found camera and photos were missing.
I couldn’t remember where I kept it and it is very difficult to go and check in many shops. But I joked to Renu keeping in mind my previous experience that not to worry; I will get it back definitely.
But I didn’t have any hope.
But that also happened amazingly!!

After around three months, we were doing again another shopping in Kuwait city and went to one sari shop. Renu started selecting saris, after some time that shop owner called me and I went near to him. Then he took a photo and looked on my face and confirmed something.
Then gave me our old cover with camera and all photos are safe in that and said that he got that cover on that day inside the shop.
But he was a good man and didn’t take it to home. Instead he kept it there only and observing everybody coming to the shop and expected to return once when the real owner arrives.
We told many thanks to that honest shop owner.
That was a happy moment to see some good people are still in our world.

These incidents taught me one thing. Don’t fear about any losses when it happens.
Any thing you earned THROUGH GOOD AND TRUE WAY WITHOUT CHEATING OR HURTING ANYBODY will never lose from you. If you lost also, it will come back to you, or god will bring it back to your hands.

“A Funny Incident”

That was the coldest Friday during the winter season in Kuwait.
I am the laziest person on Fridays always in the comfortable warm inside the blanket and wanted to sleep on the bed all the twenty four hours, with Renu, if she is not angry.
But that day it has been disturbed by Renu’s loud voice.
“Hay Ayyan, get up, did you forget that?”
“Today is the party that Mohan invited us?’
“O my god !! alright, I forgot that, their happy anniversary, right?’
“Yes, come out and be ready quick, we are already late man. “
Mohan is one of my smartest subordinate and this is the first time he invited me to a party as a chief guest once after he brought his family after a long period of bachelor life here. That was not only an anniversary party but he wanted to give a treat for us and to introduce her wife to everybody.
He was a family friend of us for many years and Renu was also happy to meet his wife for the first time.
“Alright I will be ready in five minutes, what about you and what about the gift?”
“I know you will ask this, so… I did it same like every time.”
She was clever and she had already purchased and well packed the gift and shown me.
“Oh dear that’s very fine,”
We reached to the venue almost one hour late and everybody was already there and finally waiting for us.
Mohan and wife came out with wishes and he introduced us to his wife, Renu quickly hold her hand and started asking many questions while I was recollecting something in my memory.
They greeted us and invited for some drinks and then went to others.
Soon they came back and sat in front of us.
Renu gave her gift and then that was my turn to ask something.
I calmly asked her name and confirmed something then asked little loudly.

“Hay Priya, could you please explain me something”?

What Sir?

“Tell me what the ways that AIDS can be transmitted are?”



All the people around stunned by hearing my question.

Renu stopped drinking and staring to my face with unbelief.

She asked with chocking words, what Ayyan, what happened you? What did you ask to her just now?

Yes that’s what I asked, Priya give me the answer?

“I asked again”

Priya was still in the shock that what she heard from her husband’s boss and in a dilemma what to say or not to say and she was looking to Mohan’s face like crying.

I didn’t want to trouble everybody for long time, so I laughed and broke the silence.

“Hay Dear Priya you have studied in Baselius college right?”

“Yes Sir, how do you know that?’

“Can you remember your classes in Kings English institute and look on my face again?”

Again silence for a few moments….

Suddenly the expressions changed on her face and asked me loudly…

“Yes Sir I can remember you sir, oh was that you sir our grammar teacher?”

“Yes, exactly..” I said.

“Oh my god!! I can remember, and very very sorry about that sir, but I am so happy to know that you still remember me.”
Everybody sighed with relief including Renu but was in enthusiastic to know what the story is behind.

Then party hall become a class room and I become a story telling teacher.

After the completion of my studies, I was desperately looking for a job.
I was a topper in the college and that made my life troublesome.
Because of all my relatives and neighbors were thinking that I am a top ranker and companies are going to come to my home immediately after the course and they are going to pick me up and put in the manager’s seat.

But that was not the real fact.

Nothing happened after many months also.
The procedure of sending applications and attending interviews continued endless and I become despaired and not in a situation to look on others faces.
And who ever I meet on road was asking about my job and that question was irritating me like anything.
I didn’t want to sit in home with out doing any job and that was killing boring.
I changed my daily routine.
Every day I waited up to nine o’clock to watch the arrival of postman with any white cover in hand. I was always expecting some interview or appointment letters.
Those days internet and email were not even in my dreams also.
So my time pass was only one thing.
Immediately after postman’s arrival, I used to take a file in hand and going out without looking both sides in full sleeve shirt in executive style.
I did that to make others think that I am going for job or some higher studies.

But my routine was strange, morning to noon I was in a public library and when that closes at noon I was shifted to bishop’s library and again evening to public library.
That was the routine.
Then one day I met my friend in library and I told him my all problems. After hearing all, he proposed to me a solution.

“Can u take grammar classes for pre degree girls?”

“What are you asking? Grammar class, may be I have to refer all the English books from school classes again, okay that can be managed some how, but again how to manage the pre degree girls?”

I got a shivering in my legs, how that will work out for a nervous person like me?
But he encouraged me,” nothing will happen, you can do that?”
I had no other choices in front of me, so I accepted that offer and that was a small holding place for a person who was already drowning.
I started my classes with confidence.
The first few days were fine, but I was in front of the girls always with a heavily beating heart and some how completed the lessons and worrying everyday about the next day.
And one day that happened and that made me to make an end of my teaching career.

And she was the reason…Priya..
I noticed that girl on my first day itself and tried to avoid even an eye contact with her.
She was the smartest girl in the class and always surrounded with a group of her friends.
She was a cheerleader or a gangster of them.
I actually feared that group of butterflies.
And there was a very bad system there and that was troubling me always.
Every Friday was a day for interaction in English. In that class all the students can ask any questions in English and I should give answers in English to make the language fluent for them.
The first few questions were easy and I managed all.
Then there was a loud voice from the gang.
Priya called me and asked me very politely..

“Sir shall I ask a question please?”

Trying to hide my worries on face and I told her to ask.
She asked politely.

“Sir what are the ways that AIDS can be transmitted?”

All the girls started laughing by hearing that and started making many comments.

It was a simple question at any other instance and I knew the answer too.
But still I become nervous and my mouth become dry.

Some how I managed to tell that “AIDS is a serious decease and…….. it is spreading because of …unsafe ….

“Unsafe what sir?”

“ unsafe……….blood transaction”

Priya’s gang was laughing and she asked again, “that we know sir, but one more?

My hands and legs started shivering, some how again I said” because of…… using same needle……. to infected people…….. and…… others ……can be a cause …..no?…”

They laughed again and didn’t want to leave me…”sir we know that but one more, some thing like precaution while doing something? Didn’t you know that?”

….I said…”may be… may be …by…….. kissing each…. other can…also…… transmit no?….’

“No sir no…you don’t know? One more…main cause?”

I am totally lost and some how managed to tell that I will go to office and come back.

I quickly jumped out even with out taking my books and pen and that was my way out to my teaching profession also….

When I stopped my story, Priya came to me and said,,

“Yes all you said is true and please forgive me sir, that was just for a teenage fun and I am very happy to see you again here. And once you left the college we all felt very bad and wanted to meet you again for asking sorry, but we could never meet you and it happened now only, so now I am asking that sorry again sir”

I said, its all okay Priya, now I can understand that was a funny incident and I am also very happy to see you again here, and you will be one of our best family friends from today.

Mohan came and hold my hands while everybody was laughing.

“Rainbow Girl”

I am not sure it was a dream or not… a girl was wandering on road….not exactly a girl, she was somewhere in a way turning to a woman. But her childish face and poses resembles a kid’s plays.
Where am I?
Why should I drive in this hot sun, hay look around I am too fast, slow down…
Life is like that when we are in hurry to grab a lot, movements become faster than expected and where is the time to look around.
I was asking myself a lot of questions, but I am not even ready to think of an answer.
I had a bicycle…lazy riding here and there… no hurry at all… God!!! She blocked the way, I feared her…half naked or full naked sometimes I feared that childish face…even I was also a child like her too.
Hot sun has become a companion for me nowadays and where I have time to stay in a shade. My customer is waiting somewhere and I have to reach there somehow before he reaches, otherwise it is going to affect the entire business.
I don’t like him…he has a cute face and sharp words…not only to me but also to the whole world, but what I have?
That thought terrifies me and started my first competition to a human…still continues for the struggle of life…to achieve the top most chairs and to survive there…I want to hate him and hate others with out a valid reason justifies to god…I hate myself also for doing that.
Today when I see a crowd near the bus stand or railway station, she crashes to my head….her childish face and naked body disturbs me. So I learned to divert the routs.
She is falling on my bicycle and grabbing the handle and trying to catch my hair.
A crowd is there around and watching us…..yes watching, watching, watching only…smile on every faces…no sympathy at all… A free show may be long awaited for them…enjoying the show of a mad girl, yes enjoyable… if she is not our mother or daughter???

I could not do anything on fear… my hands and lugs are become stuck like a statue.
Hay what is happening… her lips touched my face….
Was that a kiss???
A breeze with a bunch of roses fell on me…I had become weightless like a feather and slowly lifted up with the wind…I fell asleep.
I don’t want to open the glasses of my car, because I love the cooling inside. I don’t want a crazy hand to come inside and catch my hair… I can go inside a crowd and I can enjoy her half naked dance with a smile on face and a rap music on my HiFi Stereo system, because my glasses are up…I am covered and well protected…I think, Am I cruel too? How much money is enough to satisfy till the maximum possible days allowed, anybody calculated?
Ohhhhh god what a horn…disturbed my thoughts…humming a bee on head…lucky enough up to an inch gap to that truck…life is sometimes near to an inch gap no?
Who cares about that?
I had a little kindness in heart to get a punctured skirt and shirt to her.
But now where I missed it, I can’t remember…now I look other side to escape from the guilty feeling before it starts catching me, because I am inside a bubble created my own.
I fell down from my bicycle… every body started laughing, laughing, laughing only.
She gave a hand to me…. I looked her up side down… a rainbow was glowing behind her head…colorful…cute…I heard light thunders or tremors…..rain is going to come….a few drops hit on my eyes and flowed out…I wasn’t crying…but tears came out… I fell asleep.
Whaaaat a craaaashing sound…what happened behind…I stopped my car, came out and looked back….no … nothing there….empty road and that truck is rushing alone towards the other end of road…an eagle flying parallel to that also alone… both faded away till the limit of my eyes…now only the empty road…I slowly walked on the hard road…hot sun is straight on top and my brain is getting hot…I thought about that rainbow, am I not lucky enough to see a rainbow nowadays. I lost the eyes to see that and lost the heart to enjoy that beauty…but where? turned up my face…only hot sun is there, straight on top, nothing else…empty sky!!!
Where am I sleeping…and my bicycle is on the other side of road…and heard the crashing sound of truck…yes behind…I saw that punctured skirt and shirt….so who pushed me…my god…why did she do that? Mad girl…a mad girl did a mad act and she escaped…me too.
I saw that colorful rainbow behind her hanging hair…upside down again…the rain was stopped …tremors were stopped… was I crying… tears were coming out …there was red horizon behind her… red sun was slowly falling to darkness…


They were two; they may be lovers or couples.
I don’t know.
I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t. Why?
Because they are only insects, I don’t know there language.
I sat there not for watching them, but for waiting my friend.

But unexpectedly my attention turned to them may be because of their beauty.
They had small golden wings and yellow dots on it and size was as smaller as a matchstick tip. There acts amused me, I could see they were dancing together, singing together and enjoying there life with out any tension about future. They just reminded me my own honeymoon days and also led me to many thoughts. How god created these small beings and why he has given this shape and beauty to them, they must have a heart and brain?

Hay Ayyan, have you reached already? His loud voice waked me up from thoughts.
He came and sat near to me and lightened a cigarette, before started talking he just looked on ground and saw one of the insect running by hearing the sound of his boots I think. He just crushed it with his heavy boots while talking and laughing with me.
But he didn’t see the other one was running.
I don’t know why he did that and what satisfaction he got by doing that.
That place was not his not mine too. He hasn’t created them and they haven’t done anything against him. What to do? Some people are like this, they don’t even think what they are doing. It is over.

Our talk was also over. He left the place with a big goodbye.
I just looked down again. I could see a few pieces of golden wings and the other one walks and runs around that. I couldn’t understand its language but I knew that, it wasn’t dancing and it wasn’t singing. I was able to hear her (or his I don’t know) loud cry.