People and their faces

Can you really describe how your face looks? Your jaw line, eyes, lips, ears? Well, I can’t. I can’t get a picture of myself in mind. I never stare at the mirror, only a matter of a second or two to check if my hair sets presentable when I go out. If I am asked to find my face out of three to four slightly morphed faces of mine, I might not be able to do that.

I know that my eye lashes are longer than the usual, it bashes against my specs often. I had pierced my nose and so I could tell that I have a slightly sharp nose. I really have no idea on how the other elements that constitutes my face looks like.

I can’t clearly define my granny’s face, neither my dad’s, nor my friends’ faces. May be I haven’t been with people for a long time, really. I have been with an incredible mix of people at unimaginable and impractical situations.

A woman had helped me as I got stuck alone when the rain raised up to my knees in an abandoned bus stand at 12pm. A random guy who gave me his shirt when our vehicles collided in an accident. The family that boarded me home just because I was curious to look around. A fellow passenger who cared if I had food. The auto man who let me drive his auto, even if we can’t speak each other’s language. The old lady who took me home and offered food when I lost my way. The sea diver that I held hands with on the base floor of the sea and back to the ship. The uncle who gave me his binoculars and taught me how to identify birds for the first time. The ladies who dropped me to the room just because it was 2am. The guy who rescued me from the dogs and paid for my bus ticket. The bhaiya who accommodated me in the lorry down the hill. And a lot more than you could imagine and too personal to publish.

People are priceless. And kindness is abundant. I never asked a word in all these situations. All of these kindness was rendered unasked, unconditionally and without expecting a penny or an opportunity back.

I just don’t remember their faces at all. I am not sure if I had thanked them all. Even if I stand in front of them, even if I am pleading to thank them if we meet again, I could not even recognize their faces. But all their faces are the same. It is the face of kindness, compassion and humanity. It is the face of God, the essence of humanity, even a pinch of it interred underneath your busy life.

I see them again when I see someone rendering love to random people. I see them in the girl who stands up in the bus leaving a seat for a granny. I see them in the man who buys things from road side vendors roaming around under the piercing sun. I see them in the mirror when I find myself brimmed with unconditional love towards the society.

So, how do you see yourself? We always live in someone else’s kindness. It’s our turn to give it back. Act now.