Disturbing Things

Few unexpected things are disturbing me these days.

Few months back, I went to market to buy a pair of shoe. In the shop a man was selecting shoes for his baby. And I was depressed for the rest of the day.

Few days back, I went to a park for a walk. A young lady there was making her little daughter familiar with the plants and the birds. I was almost into tears.

Being a 30 years old man, my heart longs for a child. A child, whom I can call my own. I almost forget that it is natural for a gay to cry for most basic features of life and not get it.

(Sorry, If I made my readers sad. But couldn’t help it.)