❤his home💔

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Abhir, sitting in a splendid car
looking out side the windows,
observing the traffic jam of mumbai.
Which has always made everyone feel equal, no privileges for anyone.

In this traffic jam, some are troubled feeling as if life has raced ahead and they have been left behind.
While others are find relaxation
as if in the rush of life, they have
found a moment to reflect on
their own existence.
For abhir, this traffic jam is an opportunity to contemplate his life,
the things happening in it and his relationship.

It's strange to think how a traffic jam, which halts journey, provides an opportunity to contemplate life.

In the world outside the windows,
there are group of children may be
five - six years old, appearing thin as if suffering from malnutrition.
Despite the dirt on their faces and bodies, their is a smile. And instead of pencil in their hands they hold pens, perhaps because people are now giving less charity.
So they sells pens to support themselves.
In his worries gaze abhir thinks Though "they are children, but lack of childhood."
Then, next to the flower seller,
An elderly lady invoking the neme of God for selles her flower. While next to her is a barber shop. In that small space, someone has built their entire life, running their household from there
and living on themselves.

Abhir has always admired those people who, despite facing so much hardship, live their lives so gracefully.

They have learned to stay positive.

And this positive attitude reminds him of a specific person. He smile.

He still remember the incident when he found himself in similar situation, seeking solace with a cup of tea at a roadside stall.

"One strong tea, less sugar. "
He said to taemaker.

And sitting over there he overheard the people talking .

" Or!
Tell me what's going on?
Everything good?
Heard you got a job,
huh? "
A man his thirtees asked.
Look like he come to his morning walk.
Because he wore joggers with loose
tee. Have water bottle.

"Yes! It's big company.
Other person responded.
The package is good .
Also they provides facilities
for their employees." He added.

Other gay laughed,
" Yeah, getting a job means spending your whole life as a emplyee and fulfilling someone else's dreams. "

He said with hint of taunt.

"So what, alongside fulfillings my own dreams, I fulfill their too. "
He responded with have gentle smile
on his face.

And then they both laughed.

This made abhir ponder whether
he too was not exploiting his workers
by making them work hard and giving
them very little in return.

And this thought kept him awake
for many nights.

Abhir is the kind of business man who has an emotional side alongside his business acumen, that's just how he is.

But there's someone who always
provides with answeres. It makes him
wonder how lucky he is.

And then the slow pace of the car
immerses him back into the moving
world.


The car is parked in parking in front
of tall beautiful building.
Perhaps one of the remarkable
apartment in that building is his,
which he calls home.
His home!

Where his world resides,
and where he finds peace.

He smile ; it's always there no matter
how tired he was coming home always
made him smile .
Reminds hime of his humanity
amidst the machinary of life.

He enters the house. He frowns,
" Where is everyone? "
He looks around the hall, then sighs,

" Maybe, I can't play with him again
today."

Sorry! He mutters to himself.

He goes to his room, "
" And there,
his entire world is o the bed,"
Cuddled up to eachotger.
He smile!

" Hey! Champ!

And his beautiful wife lilfts her
eyelids quickly.

"Shhiiihh! "

He stopped.
And peeks to see his little prince
filling his tummy and drifting into
the world of dream land.

"Oh! "

He made a apologitic face.
And mumbled " Sorry! "

She shakes her head.

" You continue, I am coming. "

With that he head toward the bathroom.

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Thankyou so much for reading this
Mishtiis

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