Navigating myself through the deep narrow lane, seeing people all around, questioning myself 'How difficult is it to understand them?'. The answer was a blank space. The question didn't ring any bells.
Evading from this deep stained misled thinking, I headed back to the square one. The mood was easy to pass with the music worth. The evening mystified well. The unexplained, not forgotten, stayed behind the uneasy part of me.
The following morning I realized the answer existed in something which belonged to me, my observation. It wasn't so simple to get it straight. I looked around, I observed individuals amongst the masses; read their faces and understood their simple, fair and innocent judgmental emotions which eased out so peacefully on them.
Particularly the one, i couldn't forget, an old man in white kurta, with traditional dhoti, standing straight with white mustache rounded near his old wrinkled cheeks. He stood still, smiling proudly with heavy load on his head.
"Now, Do you see the same BLUE sea that I see?" :-)
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