The omnipresent Truth

Truth is the notion of existence.

She who fell in love knows the truth. The face that cried all night and in the morning, laughed until it hurt her cheeks knows the truth. The loner who found mails by the thousands when she returned from a vacation knows the truth. He who has gone to bed and listened while it rains outside knows the truth. She who leaves the shower and finds that the towel is warm knows the truth. He who has cleared his last exam knows the truth. She who receives a call from someone, she didn't see a lot, but wanted to knows the truth. He who had a good conversation with a sweet person knows the truth. The college-r who found a 500 rupee note in a pant that she hadn't used since last year knows the truth. He who accidentally hears somebody say something good about him knows the truth.

She who woke up and realizes it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours knows the truth. He who hears a song and remembers a special person and feels butterflies in the stomach every time that he sees that person knows the truth. She who has passed time with her best friends knows the truth. She who has used a sweater of the person she loves and find that it still smells of his perfume know the truth. To see an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed, to take an evening walk along the beach, one knows the truth. She, who has had her love telling her that he loved her before she confessed, knows the truth. The girl who bled when the male organ was forced into her knows the truth. The man left stranded in the pool of blood in the aftermath of a bomb blast knows the truth. The Hindu whose parents were butchered because they were Hindus knows the truth. The thousands who lost their idea of life, their homes and their limbs because they were Muslims know the truth. The African child who cried for food until she had no more tears left knows the truth. The man who stepped out of his office without the job he held for 30 years knows the truth. The student who climbed up the ladder only to find the snakes meant only for him knows the truth. The cripple who leaves the empty streets with an empty hand knows the truth. The wife when she opens the door only to find rain outside knows the truth. The hero who writes his own ruin knows the truth.

The lover as he loses his voice in the sea of pettiness knows the truth. The writer as writes abuses to his own spirit knows the truth. The mother who knows her son to be somebody else knows the truth. The father who fails to guard his own doorsteps knows the truth. The son who refuses to look at the mirror knows the truth. The leader who loses his charge on the mountain knows the truth. The man who is asked his caste knows the truth. The ignorant when called on to answer his call knows the truth. The puppets when they dance know the truth. The broke as he borrows knows the truth.

The girl when she finally sat on the other side of the table knows the truth. The cop who prevented a bomb blast knows the truth. The Hindu as he touches the feet knows the truth. The Muslim as he helps his Hindu neighbours knows the truth. The African’s grandson as he rises to lead America knows the truth. The man who got his first pay cheque knows the truth. The student who creates his own ladder knows the truth. The cripple who gives a hand to the empty hearts knows the truth. The wife as she sleeps like a child knows the truth. The hero as he hears the battle cry knows the truth. The lover when he meets his soul knows the truth. The writer when lights the lamp with a flicker of his pen knows the truth. The mother as she cooks for her son knows the truth. The father who lets freedom protect his walls knows the truth. The son who manages to live up to himself knows the truth. The leader who crosses the mountain knows the truth. The man who forgets his caste knows the truth. The ignorant when accepts himself knows the truth. The puppets when they cut their strings know the truth. The broke as lays another brick knows the truth.

Truth, then, is omnipresent.