Warmth

A solitary single word.The erroneous use of two similar adjectives was to put across my desire to emphasize the fact that it is indeed a simple,small collection of letters. Though of course,the emphasis on this fact was not for its sake but to convey without saying that the word contains so much within it.(But now that i explained it reveals the fact that am sometimes paranoid.Never mind that).
So what comes to our minds when we hear this word?Warmth. The answer is : A lot.
And the beauty is that what comes to the mind is not very easily describable. Its like one of those things which we know what exactly it is,but cant be put down in words.So you are justified in questioning the point of this post. Well,hold on. Am coming to it. At least trying to.The above line was just the disclaimer. Incase at the end,u felt that i havent conveyed anything,then i request to realise that you cant express any critical remark about it,for you have crossed this disclaimer.

I was once lost in Delhi,with good reason though as i dont speak hindi,and this person,comes to me and asks smilingly whether i need any help.

I was once in my college,confused over something, and this friend,reading me like a book hugs me with words,telling me certain things that i hear even now.

I was once visiting the home of a friend's friend,and this friend's friend says that he is so happy that i am there, with the friend's friend's mom pampering me to eat.

I was once lying sprawled on the road as my cycle skidded,and this old woman,picks me up and as she dusts me off,scolds me for not driving carefully.

I feel immensely guilty now ,for the list is so immensely big and am cutting it so short.(Er..well.,it seems blogs has to be short)

Anyway..in all the above instances,the common thread,that runs through,binding them to me,is the Word.
There are so many souls around us,beautiful,caring,honest and truthful.There are so many souls around us,Warm.

The word itself makes one feel secure.Whatever the trouble,whatever the sadness there are always the hope givers around us.They don't specifically try to give hope. Its none of their business. But the beauty of it is that, their very existence gives one hope.
I look at a warm soul and i cannot help feeling elated;feeling safe;

Sometimes i wonder, what drives them? Why do they do it? How do they have this dazzling smile on their face always? How do they manage to make others so comfortable,from total strangers to totally possessed?From where do they get their constant sense of humor?How do they feel secured? How do they feel so self assured?

and i think i have figured the answer to all the above questions. The answer is that they know that there are others like them,around them,sharing the same traits like them ,tolerating the same loads,giving hope.

One important implication of my above statement is that they know what they are.Yes.I believe that.Nobody is a natural. Whatever one is, it is by conscious choice.And that is the brilliance of the whole thing,for these people know that there is always hope, as there is always someone around to give that.

And these people automatically create a sense of love and care,that it is tough not to feel the inherent desire to reciprocate them.

I now wonder,why i wondered about the meaning of sentences like "she had warm eyes"

Warmth is that against which other souls cuddle up.

Explanation

Due to the sudden emergence of certain intangible assets,the post that was posted here has been withdrawn as applicable by the laws of command.