D o o t h e r p e o p l e ' s h u r t m a k e y o u b l e e d ?

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Tell me how was your day. What went wrong and why did it go wrong. What made you smile in the day that you remember while you shut your eyes down in the night. How many of us acknowledge the good and bad that happened during the day?  Tell me how you feel about every person you have ever been in love with . What made you seem that it was love then, only to term it as infatuation now. Tell me why you loved them, how you loved them and why they loved you.

Describe  a day in your life when you thought everything will be hard but you lived through the day, eventually. Tell me what you categorize your home as, what it means to you.  Tell me what you dreamt you were 9 and why did you think that. Tell me when was the first time you did something that frightened  you. What made you do it then ?

See, I want to know the first time you carried the weight of burden only to ace it, later.

If you were to use roses as your bookmark, would you pluck two roses from garden because you admire them or would you leave the book in grace of something else in absence of roses for the sake of being harmless to the plants ? And if you would, would you notice how the tree felt good for you understanding the necessity for its growth. Do you time to time appreciate and tell your friends what they mean to you. Do you stay with you friend, when they are sad even if it makes your lover mad for you had fixed the same time to meet him, out of the busy schedules?  Where, may be he had a surprise for you!

What do you think of your first name? And if you often stay awake late in the night,  imagine how your mother’s eyes glowed with spark and was full of joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you have been unkind to her and when you do, would you go to her and apologize, keeping your ego aside? Tell me all the ways you have been cruel to the people. To even those who did good to you.

All I want to know is more than what you do for a living.

I want to know how much do you spend your life, giving.And if you love yourself enough to receive it by yourself and others, sometimes.

I want to know if you do, really, bleed sometimes for other people’s hurt.

#shinebright