Tuesday 17 February 2015

Hidden Savior.

She sat in front of the laptop screen, fingers grazing over the keyboard at lightning speed.It was her home, her sanctuary. People asked her questions, she gave answers. She made people know that they are amazing, the way they are. They needn't change.For anyone, for anything.
People constantly sent her problems, again and again. Sometimes threatening to kill her if she didn't answer. She would answer them unabashed, not caring for a speckle in the world. Her answers would spit out all the furious goodness she had. People worshiped her, thanked her for all the goodness she showed. She was the messiah for many. Their life was a putty in their hands. She called herself an online counsellor, They called her a savior.
Again, she took her cup of coffee, sat in front of the screen, answering the gazillion questions she received. Right from people needing help to cope up from bitter break-ups to people sending absurd questions about her virginity. She answered them, answered them all, in the best way she could. She was a life-saver, she was there for people who had nobody else to rely upon. People didn't believe in her families but her.

And as the alarm ring, she zipped up her boots, put her bag, and went out. And now, she was no one. She was no saviour, she was no life saver. She was just a common girl, walking her own way, making her own ways.


Just like her, many people, knowingly or unknowingly are your saviors.
And these hidden saviors, make world a better place.
And you can be one too.
How?
Just be good :)

-DaYumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.