Let others SMILE with our EYES..

All my train journies are memorable. Definitely I will get new friends, will come to know about some different personalities. Something interesting will happen..The same thing happened while I was on my way to Chennai for my Engineering councelling

The character that remains on my heart is a 55 yr old aunt Mrs. Bharathi..taking her 40 days old grand daughter “Megna” to Nethralaya. She looked like a little angel The baby was sleeping with its mouth little open...So sorry I felt for that child.. Whom to blame.. she was a premature kid so that they had put her in some photo electric case which made her optic nerve to shrink

Through out the journey I was looking at that babe's charming face. Her face remembered me the bunch of baby pink rose bundles.. So cute she was sleeping.. Really it touched my heart...

Somewhere I had read , no one can do everything , but everyone can do something.. I wil not stop to do the little work I can..

While I was in net, I came to know about these information...
In India total people 110 crore..
Each day death 62,389..
Each day born 86,853..
In India total blind 68,2497..
If each death people donate their eyes, within 10 days, India achieves no blind man in the country

Lets try to do the little thing which we can.. Lets donate our eyes after death and illuminate other s life.. Let others SMILE wit our EYES..

I LOVE RAIN

It was raining today. My new little sister Saranya and myself walked in rain without missing a single drop of it.

I love to get wet in rain. Getting wet in rain makes me happy, supplies good energy, rejuvenates me like anything..

From my childhood, am a great fan of rain.. I have all sweet memories when said about rain.. We lived in a colony where there's lots of kids. At rainy days, Mom used to make us small boats, and we make it float in rain.. The elders will never let us out to play. They will make us wear sweaters, mufflers and make us sit inside home..Whenever there's ice rain, ho! jolly for us…Hiding from mom, will rush to collect it..I had fought many times with my sister and zeenath for ice.

During our school days, I remember the Independence day,where we watched “VandheMaataram” song standing on rain. After the great physics tuition, when all others rush to bus stop, we walk casually, completely drenched in rain..

Gesha & me wil go to venky's house,will have a nice Bru coffee, then once again I will start in cycle getting wet..

While I was in Chennai, rain had presented me wonderful memories. Shiny, Yamini and me used to rush at Ranganathar street in rain to catch bus. Our hostel down floor will be completely filled with water and with great struggle we used to enter our room… Lovely days..lol ..

Whenever I feel guilt, betrayed or wrong, I need rain, something like rain is cleaning my worries, washing my faults and soaking me with happiness..

I love you RAIN…