Tiny droplets of water

falling from the skies above.

You can’t hold them with streched hands

nor collect them in your closed palms.

You either soak in them or

see them disappear into the ground.

Their touch will induce a chill and

makes you cringe as you get

drenched by the waterfall.

The tiny raindrops coalescence and

impart onto you a positive charge.

They wash away your inhibitions, making you bold and carefree of staring eyeballs.

The falling raindrops let you experience the joys of nonchalance

in an otherwise over conscience existence of yours.

These little droplets of rain incite you to live

by listening to your heart rather than for pleasing the eyes of all.

The ringing bell announced his arrival.

A man of meagre means and modest wares, dressed in a crumpled shirt and worn out pants.

He held a bamboo frame adorned with cotton candies and a bell in his other hand.

On seeing him, children ran in ecstasy, to welcome him with a rhapsody of joy.

When he gave candies to even those who had no money to buy, I asked him, “Why..?”

He laughed aloud and looked into my eye,

This was his reply, “Though I sell candies,

It is happiness they come to buy.

I am paid not just in money

but with many smiles too.

I maybe poor but I am also blessed by the Almighty .

He enables me to give happiness to others in plenty.”

I walked away with the Candy seller’s words ringing in my ears.