Capra Hircus - the predominant!

I had been driving humans to the slaughter house for the past decade. I had seen humans of all breeds and complexions - the fair ones with blue eyes, dark ones with round, black eyes, honey-coloured ones with hazel eyes, and every combination thereof. And I should probably not get started on the different types of hair the females had - black, blonde, hazel, honey, red, strawberry and so many more.
So as I was saying, I have been working as a delivery-goat for a slaughterhouse for the past ten years. And each day, I had to ride to a different barn or farm and collect the human for delivery. My job was simple, I just had to drive the human to be chopped into fresh meat.
So I do not know why this incident I am going to tell you about took place. As usual, I had to collect a human from Capra's Farm. It was nothing very special - blonde-haired with blue eyes. It was of a normal breed, nothing very costly either. But when I glanced into its eyes, a strange chill ran through me. I ignored the feeling for a while, but the human's whimpering noises brought it back to fore. I was actually feeling compassion for the creature. Of course there were vegetarians among us, but even they knew that eating other creatures was natural, it was part of the food chain.
After a while, the feeling grew very stronger, and I could not bear to look it in the face. That's when I made a decision. I directly took it home, and introduced it to my kids. They were overjoyed that we were going to have a pet at last. I gave it a whole room to itself as its cage. My kids insisted on feeding it good food, and from that day onward, it grew older as a part of our lives.

The distinction

Ever had trouble distinguishing between a true friend and a name-sake friend? Well, stay cool. You're not the only one. There are a billion other people out there who have just the same problem.

And the truth of the matter is, only time will tell. You will never know who will end up your best friend for life, and who will fade from your life after a brief period. No matter what a person is like, though, they will always find a person exactly suited to them, and perfectly capable of understanding them, at some point of time in their life. Some people may seem lucky in that sense. They have vibrant, energetic personalities, and attract friends like magnets. But it is usually such people who find it difficult to place their trust and open themselves completely to one person. They give happiness to all, and are equally friendly with all. When it comes to their deepest secrets, though, they do not like to share it with anyone. 

Yet all these classifications are only general, and each person is different in their own way. The only meaning conveyed through this is, don't worry if you are friendless and lonely one day, it only means that no one around you is perfect for you. With time, the perfect partner-in-crime will come along, and then........ You know better than I.

Droplets from the sky

"Rain, rain, go away!!" , say all. "Rain, rain, shower us with joy forever!!", say I.

The little droplets from heaven allay the thirst of all beings. Needless to say, rain is a major benefactor in life.
Or in more apt words, rain helps embrace the sheer joy of living.
The scent of moist soil, the pattering of tiny drops against the pavements, the splashing of water into puddles, and the opening up of the skies to pour out all its joys - what more pleasure can anything give a person?

For less dramatic people, I am going to explain what exactly would happen if it stopped raining on Earth.
First of all, most wild vegetation and forests would die. There would be no water cycle, and hence, no balance in the amount of water that can be used by human beings for their own purposes. Next, with most plants dying all around the world, the animals would die too. And so would we. The Earth would collapse due to total imbalance and chaos in the food chain. End of story. No more to be said.

And for people like me, who just love rain ( and naturally, dancing and playing soccer in it, too ), I would like to quote Kahlil Gibran, who wrote personifying rain :

          When I cry the hills laugh;
            When I humble myself, the flowers rejoice; 

             When I bow, all things are elated.

Tears and fears

“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.”  - Alex Tan

It is often said that tears are a sign of weakness. But a person who does not cry is not strong enough to accept that he is in a tough situation. And when acceptance does not come, we blind out solutions.

The brave are not those who bind their emotions behind an impenetrable wall, but are those who release their worries and dwell in peace.

Tears fall like unspoken words and they free our sorrow from the shackles that once held them back. Is it not better to let the grief out and let peace and calmness settle over you? Be not afraid to cry, it helps in finding acceptance and peace.

Abhya to Abby

Dear diary,
Today was Abhya's.... uh, I mean Abby's birthday. I saw her in the morning with her usual frilly short top and mini-skirt, hair flowing down, stylized using curlers. And believe me or not, I almost broke down when I looked at her and remembered what once was, but never will be again. Was that my Abhya, the one I'd actually called 'best friend' a few years back? I pretend to disdain her but I actually miss her a lot. The turning point was exactly two years back. I'd known Abby ( I call her that now too, she's just so..... Abby)
for only a year, but I seriously believed that she was my best friend forever. I guess she just has a charm about her, and she uses it. As far as I know, she's been leaving a trail of broken friendships wherever she goes.
Yeah, so two years back, the school authorities shuffled our classes and me and Abhya were separated. I thank God for putting me where he did, it absolutely mortifies me to think that I could have ended up like her.
That one year was when she became Abby. Okay, I'll expand, you know, one of those cool, hot and absolutely crazy girls who rule the roost everywhere they go and whom friends always nickname something modern. For the first time, my so-called best friend was too busy to ever talk to me.It made me furious, but I couldn't do anything about it. But believe me, I really did try. From then, Abby has always maintained a distance from 'nerdy' me. We talk sometimes, but never like before.
I didn't come out of that unchanged either, I started being less bothered about what other people thought of me and I kept to my own virtues. Eventually, I found new friends and was happier than ever before. I didn't and don't need Ab in my life. Yet sometimes, when I look into those eyes of hers, the charm starts working again. I resist, but I end up crying and thinking about my wonderful times with my once best friend.
You know, I still can't hate her, not with my heart.................

Nature

I see a little ant,
struggling to live.
Every second of life,
a fright it can give.

I see a butterfly,
emerging from its cocoon.
Spreading its wings and
soaring the skies, at noon.

The night arrives,
and the owls hoot,
as if to welcome
the stars so beaut.

Dawn and dusk,
morn and night,
nature's beauty
shines so bright.

Enjoy it,
to the heart's fullest,
but do not destroy it,
and we all will be blest.