I came on earth alone and realized I have few baggage of relation already with me
was in cradle, when I got surrounded by few more new entrants and more baggage
My brain kept wondering why all this attention of me getting milk and food in time..
Soon happily prancing, I was seeing the nature in different colors, wondering why it happens
Teachers coming and going in crammed little classes teaching me maths and science
history, geography, environment and English. Life literally had a baggage to carry
A school bag moving over shoulders.. sometimes on head.. sometimes dragging
Life was all about going to school and adding baggage of teachers, information and books.
Soon found life was getting complex.. It was not as simple as it would be
Sometimes I would get easily.. sometimes nothing.. and again a baggage of pride and loss
Life became a bit colorful.. teenage galore.. dressing to impress..
beautiful little girls.. all around.. wondering why they whispered.. why they giggled
Why they missed me.. not for love.. but for forgetting I too existed
Shy and timid.. the baggage of so many more strangers in my mind..
Heart was getting full… Brain too crammed with more higher studies information
Watching Movies.. again those stories crammed into mind..
Simple Living.. in mountains.. watching nature… was it possible
God put me into urban busy life where I got used to various transports
and carriers of life and then some new relation built
Some love and losses, Some hate and wins.. life had by now so many baggage
I could not think or dream of carrying on my own
Some vomited on me.. I too vomited on others.. my stories
their stories and again an emotional baggage of binding and love
Career coming.. more competitors.. more colleagues.. all the more stories
all the more truths.. all the more bitter lessons of life
Saving money.. assets.. built.. sometimes facebook.. sometimes twitter
Seeking source to vomit.. unwinding baggage
All the more.. more information.. more data.. and my life was crammed
I searched for light.. I found it was me only.. the light of truth
Truth that life is a lesson of baggage to understand what remains at end is only garbage of us.. What remains longer in mind of people is our baggage of stories.. Something good
Something real.. something unique…
Unique Experience… a startup for you to rewind your past and vomit it all..
So what if am a dust bin or an info bin.. I am your bin.. dear
my lovely Angels.. if we can vomit all in front of god
if we can unleash all in media
Why not try to reduce our baggage of waste
the one which is of no use to us and paste an Instagram
of our unused data .. be it book or hoardings
boarding or item.. all for sale
Past memories as stories for sale too
If anyone wishes to separate out from us
Just put a board ‘Separate soon but carry your baggage too
all your memories. all the stories.. everything around you
if you can.. and if you cannot.. do not overload self
and me by bringing one more entity in form of baggage or
clutter of baggage to overload self all over again
Some story writers love humor.. some love compassion
some love thriller and some love romance
I love PASSION as it is my baggage created by me
as a baggage planet full of stories and philosophy of life
and experiences of a human who by default is an entrepreneur
being put under valuation test by unknown and then so many others
and who knows when.. I will be valued truly..
Don’t you all feel you need to be valued rightly by all around you?
I do love your smiles and include them in baggage of love.