Why are they left behind? Why do we ‘want’ them to be inferior to us? Is it because they couldn’t acquire higher studies or is it because they cannot speak English? What is it about them that we entitle their ‘category’ as ‘bhaiya’?
No matter how well off a person is or have many apparent headcounts by side, there certainly comes a point in time, wherein an individual feels emotionally bankrupt. Regardless of the baggage full of love that one have had accumulated from dear ones, suddenly the world seems to have gone upside down and then the words mean nothing, when actions involuntarily contradict.
It has been 68 years since India won its Independence and we proudly claim our nation to be a “democratic country.” Don’t we?
I’m reverting this as a letter or a blog to respect a girl I’ve met and inspire my way to my aspiring writing career. For her, writing is the Inner Music that Words Make. And believe me, I hear this music, every single day. This is the music I want to hum all my life and learn new notes each time I hear her write!