Different Sights, Different Stories

Thousands of eyes around me and every eye has a different story full of different emotions. Behind every story, there's a victim of life facing the cruel steps of his journey. Some are infants and toddlers learning to walk according to the world and troubling to make the world understand what they exactly desire for, some are kids facing their middle childhood and watching their elders struggling for survival and learning what basic tension a human has in lives. I am watching teenagers disturbed to come out of the pressure given by their surroundings, unfortunately, they are surrounded by the same pressurized people. I am witnessing individuals laboring to earn a living for themselves and their families and getting tired because of the same. The old age in their family cursing this world while watching their young ones somehow managing hindrances of their life. Every individual around me has something to discuss and get a solution for. not only the struggle, tension, hindrances, and troubles but while digging into their lives. I can also witness the ray of hope every individual relies upon. Staring at that one ray those tensed eyes are giving strength to one's steps to move forward. That infant is thankful for the love and care, hoping to get into the race of life soon. The one in middle childhood learning how to even tackle situations and tensions with the hope that one day they'll get a solution for all those tensions. A teenager is not only troubled under pressure but also trying to excel at that pressure and shine out of it not as a star but as a sun with a hope that no one will be able to dominate the flames of that burning sun. The occupied people trying to get out of that tiredness just to give a better life to his/her family in a hope that one day that family will appreciate the efforts and payback in the form of love and trust. The ones with declining years not only curse the world full of issues but also teach their younger generation how to overcome this and have faith in them.

I can Witness tears of grief but also tears full of hope. Some tears are asking for help and some are crying while thinking of the future. I can observe eyes holding tears and begging for support, some eyes are playing the role of being strong, and some eyes are getting a glimpse of past of their own.

My eyes are wet with the tears of the belief that one day every face will provide its wet eyes with a widely spread smile that will make their world more cherished and fuller of good vibes.

I can witness people fighting in search of glory.

And this is how every eye describes a different story.

- Jashmita Tanwar