The sun lit up the pale orange marble stairs, and there was just the right amount of cold left, to be there, let the sun be soaked up in the bones, and have a warm cup of chai. With a packet of our biscuits, and campus chai latte, we discussed, surprisingly so honestly, about not having perfect lives, and so much still left to be spared on our sides, to this messed up world we left behind. 

It is all moving too fast, too quick, slipping through the cracks, maybe on the whole I miss the past self, this present, this whole lively, lovely set of individuals, this present, is somehow not appreciated enough. This present, with this nice set of individuals,, the nice security personnel who just added your access to another campus, the cool book lady, who just showed you a set of books to read, and to take home. The random girl who shared her story of fighting for girls, far away, at her home, their struggle to get through it all, and helping others navigate it all. The lady who agreed to help, a few minutes before her appointment. The nurse lady, who calms you down, normal kiddo, skip medicines, take the tea instead—sharing her contact, and ensuring that you check up on her. Good people, good places, and kindness spread all around. 

And among these, are some good wholesome people, with so much love to offer to the world, and you just cannot comprehend how to be grateful enough for it all. It is out there, with all its shine, care, in its whole, these people, and their care, their warm presence. These people just make this world a better place, each day, just with their existence, with being there. It is this familial bond, eat this, finish this, and also this, you know just like home. Talking like random strangers to sharing food like some knowns. Learning to be thoughtful from them, miles to go ahead. Sorting through old things, and they remembered you, a kid she just met a while back, once. Sharing a note, a few anecdotes, stay around places, don’t worry you will find a job, fall in love, you will find a home. Too many blessings, too much love, care, and home shared! 

Out of the blue, if I am alive by then, and the finiteness of life accepted, so easily. Too few days left to live, a truth always ignored, so easily accepted! So much left to learn, live through! 

It felt like physical pain, going through that disconnect with some people, some good people, good to have these people, maybe knowing these people matter would make more sense. Realizing, accepting, and continuing living, to meet a few more of these good, kind souls, maybe becoming one someday! Maybe try to be there, for these people, I know it is a difficult thing to do, but maybe a really good thing to do as well! Mine is just being a bit kinder, to everyone, to everything around :)! 

And for so many of them, an easy disconnect, as one of them once told - you can just be good, do good, but not expect people to do the same ahead, they will do things differently, not aligned with your definitions of good or right, but the world needs diversity, new thoughts, and new processes!