I love it when I am the reason for someone's smile, someone's satiety. I don't know if it might sound a cliche but for a fact, I belong to that breed of mortals who find their solace out of other fuller souls. Sometimes it is easier to make others happy than finding other reasons to be happy for. And I guess I have been blessed with a fully functional existence that I feel more than contented to share a part of, with others who are on the unfortunate side of the coin. I don't expect anything out of it. That only thing that I wish to attain is that sense of pride that grips me from inside- the pride of not letting my existence be a mere survival but something that creates a fair margin of good times in the lives of people. I don't know how much successful I have been so far, in doing so but I assure to be travelling the same road till my world needs the continuity of this doing out of me.

You know why the incredibility of things like these account for someone's 'Why' to live more?
Because under the gloom of your sky you find some faint figures, walking strange ways. And you begin wondering what are they doing there, sharing your doom. If I dig  out the probability to this, then I guess they might be those fallen angels who need to be aided and winged again, by you. You somewhere find somone to share your lonliness with. And someday when they would be fine, they would fly all the way to heaven,  carrying inside their hearts, your broken pieces to be mended by their holy master.