The Lost Child - Part 2

“Let him lost here, do not get your emotions flow again.”, this is Mr. Sharma’s conscience continuously poking him for not to fall again for that child, while Mr . Sharma continuously looking at him and remembering his grandson. But the child was busy playing with half Samosa Mr. Sharma gave him to eat. Childhood is just like Marijuana, once you have any of them, you started creating your own beautiful world, full of fun and colours out of anything you have. “Look he is not eating your part, you gave him. And you are seeking respect from him, you fool old man.”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience again warned him. But Mr. Sharma seemed again felling down in trap of love and emotions. “Beta, What is your name?”, he asked so innocently like he himself was a child. “Arjun”, the child replied with a bite of Samosa in his mouth. “Where do you live?”, Mr. Sharma again asked him. But the child seemed unable to understand or may be he didn’t care about what Mr. Sharma was asking. Mr. Sharma again asked same question, “Beta home, where is your home?”. The child focused a bit more and gave Mr. Sharma a look like baby Panda with big eyes started filling with tears. Mr. Sharma quickly analysed the criticality of the situation and pick the paper on which they ate the Samosa and said, “Look Arjun, What is this? I can make a aeroplane with this. You wanna see?”. The child smiled a bit and started snatching the paper from Mr. Sharma. thought he handled the situation and sighed a bit. He was able to made an aeroplane, and surprisingly his hands stopped shivering. The warmth of human companionship is amazing, it can cure better than any medicine or any prayer (mostly in India). And Mr. Sharma’s condition with this kid was the best example in this context. He again asked, “Aryan, where do you live?”. This time Mr. Sharma seems a bit confident and familiar (to kid), hence he answered, “I don’t know?”. Mr. Sharma can feel the carelessness in the  voice of the kid. “Kids are like this only, until their belly is full, the world is a playground for them”, Mr. Sharma thought with a broad smile on face and his image of his grandson eyes. “Leave him here and go away…”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience again ordered him. But he was in no mood to listen, as after so many years he got enough confidence for denial. Finally the buried love inside him started taking over his hatred. “Lets go beta”, Mr. Sharma picked up the child’s finger and told him. The child also followed his command like a priest follows God (or his God). Mr. Sharma started hitting possible places where someone could recognise the child. He went to near by parks, near by shops, and even some houses. But no one was able to recognise him. “I can’t walk anymore uncle.”, the child said with cutest voice possible. Mr. Sharma looked those big star like eyes, and smiled again and they sat on a bench nearby.

“Arjun beta, what do your father do. Work I mean”, Mr. Sharma asked the child. “Papa go to office, I go to school and mummy make me lunch”, the child replied in a rhyming sound. “And where do he work, your papa”, he again asked. “And also he play with me every morning and bring chocolates and sweets for me when he get back from office”, the child replied irrelevantly to the question. Mr. Sharma burst in laughter, and suddenly all the pictures of his past start reflecting. “Me too, played with him, bought him sweets, then why”, he murmured but loud enough that child beside him could listen. “Now you got it you fool, they are like this only, heartless. The world has changed, there is no place to love. Leave him behind and walk away. Otherwise he will also left you behind…”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience suddenly raised up but broke in between as the child said, “Uncle, do you lost too?”. Mr. Sharma looked up and replied, “No, my child is lost” and smiled at him. This put Arjun make a face like he is in deep thought and will surely find a solution to Mr. Sharma’s problems.

After getting up from a snap, tired Mr. Sharma started feeling a bit energetic. “Let’s go Arjun, find your parents”, as Mr. Sharma said this he lost all his other words because the child is no where around him. He started shouting, “Arjun, Arjun…”, and his eyes started sweeping each and every coroner of the area. But he was no where to be seen. Mr. Sharma’S eyes started getting wet, and he started running here and there. “And this is all over again, haha”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience mocked him. But with this a flashback started in Mr. Sharma’s eyes, “When he was lost, I lost my 7 worlds but today I am lost, is he looking for me?”. Mr. Sharma asked himself with filled eyes. And he sat down with trembling legs and started crying like a baby. “Thappa”, suddenly a big push, but not enough to move Mr. Sharma, hit him in the back. He turned around and it was Arjun, standing there and laughing loud. Mr. Sharma got so happy to see him, he hugged him tightly and asked, “Where were you?”. “I was hiding behind you, and I win, haha”,Arjun replied and started making fun of him. “Don’t go anywhere beta, you may get lost.”, Mr. Sharma warned the child. But the child’s reply left him awestruck. Arjun replied, “I am already lost, uncle, how could I lost again. You are not smart”. With this Arjun burst into laughter, but unknowingly he answered one of the most critical question asked by Mr. Sharma’s conscience. “Should your child look for you, Sharma?”. Now he knew the answer.

Finally Mr. Sharma decided to go to police station. He asked, “Arjun beta, lets go, we will find your Mummy Papa”. Arjun replied, “No, I can’t walk, my legs hurting”. Mr. Sharma said, “Ok, sit on my shoulder, you want to play sugar sack?”. “Yes, yes, I will be the sack, you will drop me to truck”, Arjun joyfully replied and start jumping. “No you fool, what if you got a slip-disk, or what if you drop that child, or what if…”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience was warning him, but he interrupted and replied, “I will manage”, this is the first reply from Mr. Sharma to his conscience and it was confident enough to stop it talking. He picked him up, and start walking. The love really do not work on logics, the fuel to love is emotions.

“Are these children also lost uncle?”, Arjun asked by looking at some children sitting in a position like they were curiously waiting for someone for years. “No, that’s an Orphanage, beta”, Mr. Sharma replied. “What is an Orphanage?”, Arjun asked curiously. This put Mr. Sharma in a series of thoughts. Arjun again asked, “Uncle, What is Orphanage?”. Mr. Sharma replied, “This is home to those children whose parents are lost”. Arjun seemed satisfied with this answer, but the answer burst a volcano of questions and answers in Mr. Sharma’s mind. Suddenly Arjun, who found Mr. Sharma’s hair very interesting and was playing with them silently, somehow got high entropy. And soon Mr. Sharma found that the catalyst were his parents whom he recognise at the gate of police station. He jumped down and ran to his parents, without even looking back to Mr. Sharma even one time. He ran and hugged them. “I warned you, he will leave you once he got his parents”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience again poked him. He turned back and started walking away. Suddenly he found small Arjun wrapped around his leg, and a voice came, “Thank you sir, I don’t know what else to say, but really we are under your debt”, Arjun’s father said with folded hands. Mr. Sharma smiled and replied, “No it’s ok, Arjun is really a nice child”. Mr. Sharma bent down and told Arjun, “Never lost your parents beta, they are biggest asset you will ever own”. This line is beyond understanding of a 4 year old, but Mr. Sharma knew that he will get it someday. He kissed Arjun and walked away. Arjun was continuously waving his hand and Mr. Sharma continue to walk in opposite direction.

“You fool old man, what you get here, nothing.”, Mr. Sharma’s conscience asked him. “I got Answers my friend. And the best thing I am not lost anymore”. “How?”, conscience again asked. “Because now I have an address to go, the Orphanage”.

From the pen of a 2nd Ranker.

THAT TRIP TO STATION

THAT TRIP TO STATION

“Sir, OTP please?”, my cab driver asked me like all other greeting words has been vanished from the world. “2612”, I replied while peeking into my recent past and asking myself, “Do I know this guy? Did he seek some revenge from me?”. I was not sure but his looks were enhancing the probability of such events in near past. I purposefully sat on front seat, so that I could peek into google maps in his phone  timely.
“Railway station bhaiya”, I told him my drop location with the fact in mind that he knew it already, just to start a conversation. Also to confirm that he did not seek any revenge from me. “Hmmm…”, he replied. “What the heck, hmmmm seriously. Think hard man, where, when, why? There must be something.”, these words were getting louder in my head. Out of mixed feeling of curiosity and fear, I finally pushed my words from my mind to my mouth and asked him, “I think we travelled together before, right? Do you remember?”. “N———O”, he replied and I really found the gap between N and O like 10 times the time he took actually to said it. Because I was not expecting even this. But with this NO I sighed a bit, also the map was also reducing in the correct direction to the station. So I just leaned back a little  and started playing with my thoughts.
“And 3 and 4 and 5…”, I was counting the bumps in the way while looking at  the driver with the hope that he will look back at me and I will ask him to drive slow. But with the hammerous sound of my bag bumping in the trunk, I couldn’t control and said, “could you please drive slowly?”. But when I realised the rudeness in my voice, even though I knew he deserve it, I added with a SMILE, “…my bag has some fragile material”. “Hmmm…”, the only sound he made in reply. “Again hmmmm”, I asked myself in an irritating way. And made a furious face, looked the map, looked the road, looked the SPEEDOMETER also this time so that he can’t fool me and looked back again on road.
“May be he is upset about something”, suddenly an inner voice came from GOOD ME. “No, he is like this only, mean and rude.”, the mixed REAL and BAD ME replied. “He is driving at 3AM in morning, and undoubtably it is not the best job in this world.”, the GOOD ME again tried to change my thoughts. “May be, but at least he can reply other than hmmm”, the REAL ME asked GOOD ME. “What are you saying, it’s his job he should do it happily, he is not doing it for free”, the BAD ME joined the conversation separately and put the REAL ME a bit thoughtless.
“THE BEER CAFÉ”, I saw this store and get to know that we are in Koregaon Park area, a royal locality of Pune. They say that KP never sleeps. And how can they, they are full of night clubs, royal hotels and branded stores. “Oooo Lala”, suddenly a beautiful girl crossed the signal. She was undoubtedly wearing shorts, as we were in KP, and suddenly all 4 eyes in the cab started following that girl, until she vanished somewhere in the dark alley. And hence I found the another proof for one of the most realistic advertisement of the time, “MEN WILL BE MEN, Royal Stag music CDs”, and smiled at him. This time I thought I got him as it seemed like he was about to smile back, but signal went green and he again started driving like a Zombie. “I told you, he is rude and mean man”, the BAD ME shouted. “But you two are alike, and the proof just vanished, right”, the GOOD ME told REAL ME mockingly replied. And I smiled with this thought and again look at maps, the speedometer, and back to road.
“OMG, he is taking wrong way, he is taking wrong way”, my REAL ME and BAD ME got furious. “May be he is taking a shortcut.”, the GOOD  ME consoled both MEs. I looked outside trying to recognise the roads, but due to dark, I was hardly able to see anything. I tried looking at maps again, but it was still showing another way than usual. “Ask him you idiot”, the REAL ME furiously said. I was waiting for the reply of GOOD ME but seems both the other MEs are out of scope from my mind now. I understood the criticality of the situation and asked the driver, “Are we taking shortcut?”. He nodded in yes. I sighed a bit and and also happy about not getting Hmmm this time. Suddenly I recognised one of the shop from where I bought some snacks once. “Look I told you he is not a bad guy”, the GOOD ME suddenly poked this thought. “You never tell this ok, and also he is being rude all the time, What about that”, the REAL ME replied with a taunt. “But he dropped you the your destination, on time, with reasonable price.”, the GOOD ME again replied, but with more confidence this time.
“Here?”, finally the driver slipped one word from his mouth. And that time I realised that how much power one single word contains. Because with that HERE only, everything black and white around became colourful, the breeze became cooler, mostly because I opened the gate of the cab, but still it felt good. “Yes, here only. How much?”, I asked with a big sighed smile on my face. “145 rupees sir.”, he replied. More words from his mouth, the world around me was really getting better. “Here you go”, I joyfully passed 150 rupees to him. “Sorry sir, I do not have 5 change”, believe me, this he said with a smile on his face. “Keep the change bhaiya”, I replied with a face like a mother seeing her baby’s first smile. Finally out of curiosity I asked, “aren’t you feel sleepy at this time?”. And he replied, “Yes I do, that’s why I was driving fast”. I looked at him with praise for GOOD ME, as he was right. I wish him GOOD NIGHT bhaiya with a big friendly smile on the face  and he again replied, “Hmmm…”, and zoomed off. And I was standing there looking at his car, awestruck, with my BAD ME mocking me, “Hmmm, haha, you fool”.

From the DIARY OF A 2nd RANKER

8 IN THE MORNING...

"Ummmm...aaannn...Maa...please draw the curtains, I can't sleep.", I said to Maa. As per her daily routine she came to wake me up at 6:30 am. Believe me guys in this world even a radio program can be delayed but Mothers, no way. "Beta its already morning outside, come on wake up my baccha (baby).", Maa said so innocently that even my dreams got shy and run away. After some tickling, some bed-sheet snatching, and with ultimatum to call Papa, I finally dropped my weapons and left the bed.

"Mumma, where are my shoes?", "Everybody, come fast, breakfast is ready...", "Papa, could you please make my tie...I am getting late.", "Mumma, I don't like milk...it tastes yuk", "Could you please put down your paper and concentrate on your breakfast?". Believe me or not guys these really magical sounds, which can even bring you back from anywhere even though for seconds. But really when you hear them or remember them, you will feel like home. And here we have two voices in above statements, Maa, whom you guys already met and my cutie pie little brother, Aryan( Ashu ).

"Papa, pass me butter.", I told Papa. "Papa....", I again shouted, but his newspaper is like "Sautan (another woman)" to my Maa. "Give me that...", she said snatching the newspaper from father. "Are, I am reading naaa...please naaa...", my father suddenly became like a child requesting for one more chocolate from his parents. "No, first finish your tea. OK.", my Maa said like a commander. And as you know wife's order is like a statement from Supreme court, impossible to deny, my father followed the order helplessly. "Heh, heh, heh...", we both kids were laughing like driving a F-1 car in Indian traffic( there you always put your leg on brakes more then accelerator, and here we put hands on our accelerators, sorry, I mean mouths). "Huuhhh, don't dare to laugh, Home Minister is sitting in front of you.", my Papa warned us in a mocking way pointing to my Maa. And then we all blasted into laughter.

Suddenly a familiar tune of some movie came from outside. Its the sound of Ashu's School van's horn. Indians have an extra sense of humor for making horns. In countries like US you will only hear "HONK, HONK", but in India our horns can vary from "TAN DOLE, MAN DOLE " song to "TU CHEEZ BADI HAI MAST MAST..." (both are really famous songs from Bollywood).
"Bye Maa, by Papa", Ashu shouted while running towards bus. "Aryan, wait, you forgot your notebook...", Maa shouted and running to Ashu. And this is one of the most common scene you can see on roads at school time every day. And one more thing to notice here is that she called him "Aryan".Why? . Its simple guys, "Parents are forbidden to use nick names in front of friends.", its a universal rule.

"Hey, what are you doing outside? Get ready for your college, c'mmon", Maa hit me in head and went inside. "Ok, next week public holidays are coming.", Papa said to Maa. "Let's go to my mother's. She is calling me since a long time.", Maa told with shiny eyes to Papa. Almost every married women( with children ) in India has same motive for holidays, either go to her parents or lets clean the house(from Fans to Windows). And these are the two things which every Indian married men frightened of. "No, I told there are public holidays coming, but I have work to complete in office.", and here my Papa, trying to cover up what he had done. All important future plannings( only not "FAMILY PLANNING") are being done by the parents in the morning between 7-8 only.

"Maa, I am leaving for college.", this is me, shouting. "Wait, wait, wait...take this lunch box with you.", Maa handed over me a box with some Parathas. "Maa, I will do lunch in canteen naa.", I requested Maa. In college there is theory,"You bring lunch box, you aren't cool". And believe me its undebatable. "Your lunch box won't affect your personality, don't worry. Are you taking it or should I call Papa.", Maa warned me. I was looking for Papa, but I accidently saw his slippers and my mind filled with some horrible moments. I took lunch box very innocently and said,"Love you Maa". "I know", she smiled at me and I left the house as fast as I could.

"Hi", I said to her with sparkles in my eyes. SHE( the most beautiful woman I know personally ) lived near my house across the street. And best thing, she was my classmate. "Finally, I got chance, yes", I happily told myself as it was the first time I got chance to walk with her. "You know, I have been following you since long. I really want to be your friend.", she told me these magical words. I became zombie for sometime, and asked, "what?". She again said,"I really like you, dumbo.". I couldn't believe my ears. "Heh, heh, heh....hahahaha", suddenly these sounds peeped my ears. I was looking here and there for the source of these laughs. "No, you are joking right?", I asked her to confirm. "Iska kuch nai ho sakta ( Nothing can be done in his case)", again some unknown noises came. Suddenly she opened her mouth to reply me, and I heard my Samsung ringtone with she telling me,"Bro, your phone is ringing." I was really confused, what happened to her voice, how come it became so manly.

"Wake up, dude...its already 10 'o clock". Before I can ask her about her voice I recognized that is Avanish who was waking me up. "What the f**k, again late. I put an alarm for 7 yaar", I shouted irritatedly. "It was ringing from 7, but what are you going to do at 7? ", Avanish asked me. I was blank to his question. I was just sitting and recalling my dream, and asked Avanish, "Could you bring me one thing buddy?". He said," Sure, tell me...". "Bring me "8 IN THE MORNING" back...please!".

A LIFE-LONG BELIEVE ( and it continues to be stronger...)

He was 24. The age of EXPLORATION (but always with a confusion for what to explore ). But luckily our Junior Mr. Pathak (our hero) had the answer.And "Learn and Explore almost everything comes to your way", was the thing because till this age he understood the cruciality of Knowledge. Of course not only from the blank sheets in the exam but  also from the times when his heart and mind got blanks, just like when he became "Devdas"( got betrayed ) for the first time.
He was standing on a signal with his father's scooter and was looking at the person next to him on a bike with girl sitting behind. And as soon as he caught staring at them, he turned his face next side. "Ufff, he is a hunk man, Bike with a girl, woww", these were the thoughts popping up in his  mind. Suddenly he saw a poster with a quote,"When you are single, and in your 20s, you throw a pair of jeans and start looking fabulous." I seriously have no idea how such a quote was seen in Indian roads where you could barely found a park's wall without a couple's name scratched over and any vehicle without having name of god ( or should I say RESPECTIVE GODS...). But what to say, life has its own interesting way of teaching us. And this time, this quote strikes our hero really hard.
                 He reached house and started looking at his best clothes, then he looked at his savings, then he looked mercifully towards his father, then he fearfully looked towards his father's shoes, and finally again looked back at his best clothes. But with the clothes he got, he could barely thought of being engaged till his 40s. So, he decided to do a part time job with his college.
                 He joined a call center. After few months, he saved quite a lot to fulfill that quote. And luckily he got engaged too (of course with a girl. It is still not legal in India and that time...shhhh...). So Junior Mr. Pathak became Mr.Hunk of his class. He got money , he got marks and this time he got a girl too.
But life still not even with our hero and still wants him to learn more. And, a young and handsome professor came to their college and girls got a topic again(they always have one, they just transferred to other). And suddenly all of the focus from Mr. Pathak shifted to Mr. Prof. Even her girl friend also start taking tuition from Mr. Prof. Mr. Pathak became quite jealous with this and they had a fight too.
            "Hey, what happened Riya? You are not focusing today.", prof asked his girl friend. "Nothing sir, I am fine.", she replied. But when he asked again she told him everything. And I think I don't need to explain any further. Yes, you are thinking right guys, the AFFAIR started. And our hero got betrayed again. And one bad day the past repeat itself, he found both of them hugging outside a coffee shop. This time he didn't fight for it. He kept his weapon down by himself and on his way to home he kept saying "KNOWLEDGE and MONEY idiot...KNOWLEDGE and MONEY !".
              With this one more chapter of training of our hero ended. But what's this training is for and where will it lead. We will witnessed this end in the third and last part of this story. Till then, again same advice guys,"Don't let anyone train you for..............." or you?. I will tell you for sure but  in next part and this time I promise you friends. Till then be safe guys. Bye bye.

A LIFE-LONG BELIEVE

He was 6 years old. He was sitting with his father and watching him working in his office. His mind was busy doing creative things with the stuff on the office table. A man came and said,"This is your money Mr. Pathak you made with our dealers last month." He handed over the bag to his father. His father firmly smiled to him and said,"Sharma ji, this is our money. You don't let me know I won't make it. Took this..." and picked up a bundle of notes and passed it to that man. He took it and went away having a satisfied face. He asked his father,"Papa, why that man give you so much money and you give him back too?" He smiled and said,"Beta, I bought knowledge and then that knowledge returns me this..." and pulled his cheeks. Its was quite a line to be understood by a 6 year old. But at least two words stroke his mind that day KNOWLEDGE and MONEY.

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He was 12 year old. He was sitting idle in his examination room. He was thinking of similarity between that answer-sheet and his mind, and he got it too. Both were blank. Suddenly he saw a girl whose pen was running like a leopard chasing a deer. And the best thing was, she was sitting on the next bench he was. He whispered,"Hey, could you please show me your answer sheet? I need to compare one of my answer." Even after putting creativity in asking, that girl told the invigilator that he was asking her. He looked at her like he stole her lunch box. Believe me for 12 year old ones Lunch Box is the only thing which works as a catalyst in going to school. And before he could think any further he found himself standing out of the class with burning hands.

                  Two hours of wait, and every one came out, the invigilator as well. She(invigilator) came to him with a pampered face and said sorry to him for beating him up. She told him,"It was for your own good beta, so that you will never repeat it again." He was just listing and she added further,"Knowledge never keeps you down. KNOWING IS EVERYTHING. So next time study hard." And again nothing but those three magical words, of course not I LOVE YOU, but KNOWING IS EVERYTHING became an everlasting echo to his mind.

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He was 18 years old. The age of maximum capabilities and maximum dreams (and minimum money as well). He started liking a girl which is very common this age of minimum understanding and maximum desire of LOVE. As per Indian rules for "Making Girl-friends" he asked his friend for a help. And on the basis of same rules the reply is always "Tera bhai hai na, tension na le" (Don't worry your bro is here).
And from that point onward, girl's house, girl's tuition classes, girl's way for going almost anywhere, girl's regular shops, girl's rooftop , girl's etc. are the only things on his and his friend's radar. One lucky day, his friend found that his cousin is that girl's friend. So his friend stepped forward and started talking to that girl.(of course he want to help him...but question is till when?).
Days passed by and our Romeo is still looking her from shadows only. Waiting for that girl on her tuition, in his mind only two things were running, "Where is that bastard who promised me to help? And why she is late, its 4:15 already. She must be here by 4:00." Neither of them came that day.
And as per rules of "Betrayal" one bad day he found his friend hugging her so called LOVE. Both of the guys looked at each other and in seconds our Romeo became Devdas.
His friend visit him in evening and of course as per rules of "Friendship" he scold him as much as he can. His friend (became villain) said,"I know her better than you. You know her parents , I know her connections with them. You know she likes badminton, I know why. You know her from outside, me from inside. So I deserve her more than you do. "KNOWLEDGE friend KNOWLEDGE". ".
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With this incident and the age, our hero of the story stepped into a new phase of life i.e. adulthood but this time much more MATURED or should I say much more TRAINED. But trained for what? Where will this training lead him to?
We will track his journey further and will see his finale of this so called training...but in next part. Till then just one advise guys, please don't let anyone TRAIN you for ..........!
Whats so hurry, I will tell you but for that lets meet again in next part. 

TO YOU 

My power, my fear comes with you;
My wishes, my dreams comes with you;
I have done a lot for world,
Now my reasons and my efforts comes with you!
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My anger, my calmness comes with you;
My happiness my sadness comes with you;
I have felt so much in this universe,
Now my senses and my feelings comes with you!
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My friendship, my relations comes with you;
My learning(s), my earning(s) comes with you;
I have so many  people walked with me,
Now my ending(s) and my begining(s) comes with you!
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You define me as a part, you define me as a whole;
Just one request, keep me as your best hold;
Because these days,
My breathing(s) and my belonging(s) comes with you!!!


                                                                                                      To YOU , For YOU, With YOU
                                                                                                       Forever !!!

                                                                                                       A poem by : ME

EVERY NUDITY IS NOT VULGAR


A beautiful lady, with her precious infant daughter on the train that is taking her to the land of her dreams. The day was perfect, bright and sunny, the air was so light it seemed like eternity.
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A handsome man sat facing her, not laying-off his eyes from her as she is breastfeeding her precious little girl.
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Anger and rage overridden her calmness, the lady could do nothing but to walk away from his sight. She thought," The meaning of beauty for that man is..., is just a visual illusion that hides in vulgarity".
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The thought of her family to whom she was going to meet later on that day made her feel better again.
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The next morning waking up at the sight of her loving mother, enjoying the breakfast that her mother serves her at the bed, she was looking at the beautiful picture in the newspaper on the coffee  table. And she was surprised by the resemblance of herself to the picture. The picture is her's from the train 
yesterday when she was feeding her baby.
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And that picture was entitled below as "EVERY NUDITY IS NOT VULGAR !"
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By my friend : VamC Krishna