The fun of being Different

How many times have I checked my urge to photograph something- something trivial, something so completely natural, you wouldn’t notice it on a normal day. A tiny twig, a feather resting in trampled dirt, a shadow or the eloping sun. Things that get sighted out of the blue to capture your attention, inspiring you to write something as beautiful as itself.

While waiting at the hospital today, I came across a green wall. Among all the other decorative plants, a single little leaflet stood out. I was drawn to it, time and again, as if it beckoned to me.

Other patients and their relatives, the brother and nurse from the ER, the passersby, I was aware of all of them and somehow it felt like they were waiting for that moment when I would turn to capture that beautiful little thing on my phone.

And yet, I turn. I focus on that little green thing as I wanted to. Deep in my heart, I so wanted to picture it.

Simply because, it stood out. As if it was telling me, it’s ok to be different. Actually, it’s great, it’s different. And.. it takes all you have to be proudly different!!