Joy
Posted by manuscrypts | Posted in 55, Stories, Think About It, Travel | Posted on 11-08-2008
Tags: Train
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The compartment echoed with the child’s cries despite its mother’s and others’ efforts, as the vendor slowly made his way around hawking his toys. He stopped near the child, trying to cheer it. And slowly the cries turned to gurgles, and laughing. The vendor smiled, the smile of a blind man who could create happiness.until next time, and we turn a blind eye
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Gifts.
oh very nice! really, very nice.
brilliant one!
Happiness is simple to pass on ! Some of us do !
interesting slice of life post. Im back. This blog inspired me to revive my blog >> http://blog.penelopetrunk.com
missed ya! hope youve been good!
This proves again that life is all about moments…
small and excellent message
Short and Sweet…but so bloody meaningful…love it mannnnnnnnu bhai….
wow cool…reminds me of kabuliwala
And as he slowly moved away, the cries multiplied manifold.
Cheers
Preeti (just a mother of two)
kahi dekha ki aapka creation hai?
yep.. simple stuff.. powerful stuff.. a labor boy wet and clothed in mud.. tiringly walking up the street…. all set on getting to his shelter fast… suddenly from one corner.. a street dog equally wet.. rushes to him with easy familiarity and the expression changes.. dejection and tiredness lifts.. and both of them roll on the muddy ground.. totally happy to see each other..no minding the rains or the mud..
me : waiting by the traffic signal.. watching this play.. brings me total joy as well..
Have a good weekend Manus..