I know I'm a stranger to you so I won't and I even can't ask you some personal questions but I saw you crying my friend..
It's a winter night but may be..may be your heart is gelidier than this frosty night..but you don't feel your self alone ever! I know I'm unknown to you and you can't trust any unknown person but my friend it's always easy to spill our heart out in front of unknown!!
And I'm not telling you to tell me about your darkness but you can ping me if you needed to tell..this is my number..(* number*)
I know I can't remove bad days from your calendar but by listening to you I can surely give warm shelter to your thoughts..
And I'm ansuring you and nothing stays forever..not even our scars dear!
Your stranger friend, Warm hug
(Gelid- extremely cold Frosty- cold)- for my reference bro!! *-*
Upon further inspection, leaving this letter upon this park bench that you earned last night may seem strange, bit I needed to be sure you were feeling a bit more enchanted today after last evening. You see, upon noticing your tears cascading down your quivering cheeks in the freezing winters evening and me offering my counsel to you after gathering courage to offer my sympathy, I needed to be sure you would be okay enough to carry on. So, that is why I stayed with you. I never asked your name, just listened to your story, to your troubles and offered my best advise and comforting abilities. I have no regrets sitting with you in the chilly February air for those hours and am so glad I got to be blessed with your presence. Again, I hope your day has begun in much better spirits today and with any luck, your face will grace my eyes once again in the future.
It's the toughest season I think, the other three are easy to come by but winter, winter takes hold of you like an angry dog that has a grip on you and will not let you go until it decides to. (Or so it feels).
The streets were empty. Smoke was rising up from the chimneys, laughter could be heard from outside the sweaty windows. And right there next to the black rubbish bin I saw you huddled together like a baby in the foetus position shivering barely able to control your body from the strange movements it was making. I could hear a faint sob almost like a final cry, a final call, a final plead.
Life to you was a bag of rotten potatoes useless with a few spuds that could be thrown back into the ground to sprout again but other than that just useless.
You held a little lifeless body in your arms, frozen to death by winter. It was the most unimaginable thing I have ever seen and to this day I still have sleepless nights of you and her and winter.
I promise you that night I ran, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me two blocks and I was home. I picked up the telephone and dialled the emergency services. They promised me they would hurry. I made them promise me.
Now you have been admitted with pneumonia. Your little girl you have just laid to rest. They said you have no family orphaned at nine. You fell in love but winter took him away too. He sits in alley ways thinking of ways to get high.
So I sit here writing this letter to you. Wondering whether you would consider my offer. You see I am lonely too. Winter has also had a go at me. I can feel your pain. I have cried your tears. I have many nights prayed for darkness to come over me too.
Could we share our pain? Could we ask winter to go? I would love for you to come share my home. My heart would not be so blue if you would agree to come stay with me.
Just like seasons change everything changes too and just like a seed grows with sunshine and water so can our minds grow with what we feed it.
And just like all the other seasons come and go. So too will winter, the snow, the sorrow and we will see the sun shine and a better tomorrow.
From: A stranger with a broken heart who saw another stranger crying one winters night
How strange is that ......I m calling you a stranger .....it feels as if earth is calling moon as stranger even after knowing that both are the closest celestia to eachother......but what to say now ....today you were a stranger to me .
My day was fine today with random bubbling until I saw you .....rather say .....until I saw Your eyes (literally..).......YOU WERE A STRANGER to me you were someone I never saw .....you were someone today that couldn't be constructed even in my imagination . Your eyes ...It was Cloudy( literally ...blurring your retinal vision) ........filled with gloomy thoughts yet with bolting thunder of optimism. And when you spoke me to formally of the word 'cloud' ....it burst all my bubbles of being alive .....I could foresee the biological end of the one that gifted me its part in my very biome .
You must be thinking that I m overthinking ....maybe I m .......but I m sorry to say but that 'cloud' has now rained as tears .......building waves of facts , analysis, rage and hope .....O my dear lord !!! ....so much that my quarter kilogramme of heart couldn't contain.
O stranger!! How drifted you were today ......away from the past and present ....you were into future . You were seeing something .....that eyes ....that soul of yours was reflecting an ache .... an strange ache into mine .
Some strange 'ache' ...that I never imagined I will experience this soon ..... something that was out of my intellectual and emotional understanding. I tried to introduce 'optimism' that you tried to bring in my rendering .....but this time it failed . My mind was conjuring everything that could and couldn't be prevented .....but the soul...... Ah.!!!.....it felt your ache .....the ache
Your silence intertwined with mine .....both were comfortable with eachother holding tornadoes that time will tell. But my voice prevented itself from being called 'sensitive' ......as silence held its pride ...my voice wouldn't be able to hide its sensitivity...
Today I felt as if the whole world is trying to pretend .....that they are going to be here forever .With all the stubborness and power we humans have collected in our journey.....will we ever be able to live .....? How strange is the world where we forget to consider and expresss what we actually feel whether is pain of existence and fear of death ?
Enough of my chaotic mind....today .... You must be thinking I need a serious mental checkup
To be honest I m better now ....writing this to you.....(my rollercoaster of emotions is back ....I guess.... Writing ....does this to you)
Tomorrow and many infinite (relative) days I m going to meet you......I don't know what the future holds ...... between the continuous cycle of birth and death .....what will you be chosen for .....and I don't know how I m going react to all those ....maybe I ll write another letter to you.....or I'll never write I know one thing for sure .....that I m never going to see you again...as I saw you today ...........that STRANGER ....is now a forever captured in my memory lane.
Maybe we have reached to a point(hypothetically) between earth and moon ....where there is no GRAVITATIONAL PULL from eachother .At such point today ...I concealed you as STRANGER forever in my little continuum.
The winter's fading with the (today )....it needs to then to ....the ultimate continuum
Scattered as always No complaints ....it's life A lot expressed ...that may not be spoken out ever again And a lot of uncertainty !!
From the soul that ached as yours Thanks for reading !!!
Yesterday night, when the snow was falling on the dark streets covering the land with white sheath and my parted lips were letting out tiny water vapours, appearing as fog while exhaling, I saw you. Yes, you! In that parky cold weather, I caught a glimpse of you silently staring at your phone screen as if you were waiting for something. The brightness of the screen had lit up your face and the street lights were spotting on you as if you were the star of the evening. You had expectations in your eyes and warmth in your sleeves, your eyes were twinkling brighter than the moon in the dark sky. I could hear your heavy breaths from a distance. I was standing near the footpath and leaned myself on the wall to see you better. You walked from one corner to the other, pacing up as if you were awaiting a great news. Your fists were tight as if you had locked magical ecstasy within them, your legs were not shivering even in this weather as if something was warming you up from within and you kept staring at your phone screen.
After noticing you for quite sometime, I didn't feel like leaving you there. I wanted to know how this anticipation will end, I had started linking your desires and expectations with mine. I started feeling the same by just glaring at you in a few moments, that's how strong your excitement felt like. I guess you felt for a second that I was watching you but I turned myself then and started to check my phone. I stole glimpses of you, I was your human camera that night clicking probably one of the most beautiful moments of your life, unaware of all circumstances around you.
Suddenly, your phone vibrated and the silent winter allowed me to hear it. Bizzarely, adrenaline rushed into me too, curiousity ran over me, I couldn't wait for your reaction and I saw tears in your eyes as you saw the phone screen. Those twinkling eyes were still shining and those tears must have blurred your vision but the view I saw couldn't have been clearer. You looked like that the dreams you had sewn were finally taking shape in reality. Tears rolled down your cheek as your smile grew larger.
Maybe your dear one survived, maybe your life climbed a ladder of success, maybe someone forgave you, maybe someone contacted you after so long or maybe your love confessed their feelings finally. I think I will treasure it more since I don't know what made you so. I don't know what the reason was behind that precious smile but for some strange reason, happiness swept over me and I felt like capturing you. And yes, I did, I captured you in my memories. I hope you don't mind but I will remember your face whenever hopelessness with will slide in my mind and sadness will sweep in. I hope you are okay with that. I felt refreshing and consoled. Yesterday, I didn't know that I wasn't craving for words but for an innocent heartfelt smile to please me strangely. Thank you.
I read in a worn out newspaper article my mother had used to store the last piece of jaggery sent by my late grandmother that the probability of being born is about one in 400 trillion. That is a pretty big number I thought folding the paper back to cover the jaggery.
And while two tiny ants made their way to devour the fallen pieces of jaggery , I wondered , why it is that we don't feel like a miracle then ? Why don't we feel so rare or beautiful or even alive?
I mean think about it , you and me , we won the lottery , a lottery in which trillions of unborn souls participate , but just like the two ants walking away with the jaggery weighing heavy on their minuscule bodies we hold the sweet treasure of our miracle breath with the dry logic of duty and duty alone.
Anyway , my sister was sewing tiny green birds onto my pillow the other night while I returned back home from walk and even though the picture of you sitting silently by yourself weeping stayed like a looping scene within my monosyllabic mind , I managed to ask my sister why she was bothering to sew birds onto a plain pillow that we use only for laying our tired heads on and she said with a smile, that she didn't want me to be lonely while I dream.
She said she hoped her embroidered parrots will fly with me to the unknown destinations my sleeping body would take me to and never make me feel lost or alone. I didn't know whether to smile or cry, because in a world where birds were embroided to save each other from isolation , there were tears being shed too which no other heart could wipe off.
It was then that I decided to write. To you. Not because I could be that ray of hope you are seeking dearly or a balm to soothe your unseen wounds. No. I wanted to write because I know. I know how the heart shrinks in on itself. I know how the noise overtakes the music of the world . I know how the bruises made by the war waging within look for the address of the light at the end of the tunnel. I know how feeling alone is not a feeling as much as the comma that keeps the story of self loathing alive. I know because the world hasn't been kind to me always . And neither have I been kind to the life within me always. But I know how it feels too when you see your sister sewing birds on your pillow and I know too that every one deserves to feel this. The feeling when you know that the loud desire of wanting to be heard and embraced even if for a little while has been heard and felt .
You see , fellow stranger , I am not asking you to be brave. I am not asking you to be hopeful . I am not even asking you to wipe those tears off , what I am saying is that every little grief you are feeling is a sign that the burning miracle called life within you has not gone cold even on this dreary winter's night. The pain you are trying so hard to hide in the darkness of a winter night is what will one day fuel you to walk faster towards the warmth of life. You know why I know this cause we both won the lottery not only but accident , but also by a shared miracle and that miracle will only seem like one when we go through long nights of grief carrying the sweet life we cradle within like heavy burdens until We learn to look within and embroider that bird of hope onto our tired warrior hearts for our own tiny struggling miraculous selves.
I have a feeling that this letter will reach you at the right time . Because After all Isn't all of this A miracle ?
You and me and the whole rest of it.
Warmest regards, A fellow traveler looking for hope too.
p.s : Do me a favour. Listen to "Saturn" by sleeping at last and close this letter knowing you are What the world calls a miracle even on the darkest days (especially on your darkest days).
myrrhctake a pause for a little while, alright? there's a spring of hope in between your words, i can see it here in your comment. the light we are looking for cannot be grasped. but we follow it nonetheless, because we know there is a reason. we just can't comprehend it.
myrrhcand i'll really try so hard to respond just immediately. i'm the worst but i forgot your name, and i am so sorry.
myrrhci'm wondering why too. there's this person whom i situate my happiness to, and there are days that remain inconsistent. he's being distant lately, not answering my how was your days. but that doesn't give me the right to feel any less of him. he doesn't know that yet, maybe he does i'm not sure and he'll prolly stumble by this post and read this comment (hi, hopefully my subtle confessions aren't weird), but i just wanted you to know that some things don't have a why. maybe because they just aren't done in question or in doubt. just in utter surrender and selflessness.
myrrhche means a lot to me, and i don't have a specific reason. but i'll be holding on, i choose to. and i hope you do as well. . come back soon, buddy. my comment section is always open for anything really. if you have anything to share, anything to talk to, please do not hesitate to drop a message. will respond asap.
myrrhcand thank you for sharing. really, thank you. i feel comfortable talking to you. :D.
Meaning, a person was sitting in sadness. His name, identity, social status, financial status, address, family, background, circumstances, salary or not even the circumstances that caused pain, need not be known to identify a person sitting sadly. It will be clearly evident from their faces.
Dear stranger , I would like to start this letter by thanking you. Even though we don’t know each other, I know you know me from last night. I am the person who was standing next to you , as both of us breathed in the cold winter air on the bridge. I am not proud of why I was there last night - I was there to end my life . I had grown weary of the troubles I was facing and decided that life was just not worth the hurt and pain. I wouldn’t be here writing today had it not been for you . Your uncontrollable weeping and distressed person stopped me in my tracks. I couldn’t look away from the insurmountable suffering I could clearly see on your face. You were inconsolable. Your hysterical crying also put into perspective the triviality of my own problems. I was in pain yes but was that the reason for my wanting to end my life ? No. All of a sudden I became acutely aware of the littleness of my being and the fact that I was simply running away from the inevitable pain I had foreseen . As I climbed off the edge of the ledge of the wooden bridge, I knew I had been put there by fate that day to console you , to help you . It was fate, us meeting . When I stood next to you and gently put a gloved hand over yours, I knew in that moment that you and I were destined to meet and that we were there to bring each other comfort and relief . The chilly night air hung heavy between us and we stood absorbing the warmth of each other’s presence. As your crying gradually stopped and reduced to sniffles, I knew in my own way I had done my bit and that you and I wouldn’t forget this night ever. I had often heard that it is easier to talk to a stranger sometimes than to someone you know because you’re free of thoughts of being judged. After the death of my fiancée - the love of my life , this week , all of a sudden there was no merit in living anymore or so I felt. I’m glad I opened up to you last night. I’m grateful that inspite of your own disheveled state, you offered me kind words of wisdom never once talking of your own pain. I’m happy I didn’t insist on you talking too, that wouldn’t have been right on my part. Not only did you listen, you were there when I felt I had no one else. I owe you my life dear stranger and I’m eternally grateful for having met you yesterday. I hope you overcome whatever it was that was causing you so much distress. I hope I was able to bring you some solace . You are not alone. You are not the only one. You are worth more than what you’ll ever know. And if you overcome whatever this hurtful situation is today, it will turn out to be a tiny blip in the larger scheme of things, a road bump . Thank you for being there yesterday. Thank you for restoring my faith again. I shall never forget your advice and gracious manner that helped save me from eternal damnation and irrefutable death. Thank you for being the reason for my second innings, a second shot at this wonderful life. I will count my blessings from this day forward instead of the pains and never forget you . You’ve done more for me than any friend ever could.