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To the Maids who aren't working, I don't have eno

To the Maids who aren't working, I don't have enough words to thank you for the service you do for all of us. This lockdown has indeed proved to be terrific for some and many. I won't say that I can understand your pain for I know, I can't. And, may be I can't do anything to lessen your pain. It's just thet beautiful souls have to now and then, prove their existence by showing the beholder's eye that beauty isn't to see it but possess it while being able to give it. I have but nothing to say for I know your injuries and wounds aren't the ones that heal soon. Love takes time and so will these. Yet, your courage would become your mirror. Not the mirror that you see, but the one you reflect. | caption | To the Maids who aren't working, I don't have enough words to thank you for the service you do for all of us. This lockdown has indeed proved to be terrific for some and many. I won't say that I can understand your pain for I know, I can't. And, may be I can't do anything to lessen your pain. It's just thet beautiful souls have to now and then, prove their existence by showing the beholder's eye that beauty isn't to see it but possess it while being able to give it. I have but nothing to say for I know your injuries and wounds aren't the ones that heal soon. Love takes time and so will these. Yet, your courage would become your mirror. Not the mirror that you see, but the one you reflect. God has created us with love & humanity but he has made you with hope & humanity. All of us may seem inferior in front of your service. But, it's human nature that they tend to save their own roof while ignoring the leakage on the neighbour's. Just for now, let your children be the power and you, the powerful. Just for now, let hope guide you and courage subside you. The river of euphoria is soon to reach your thirsty village. It would just take some more time. You may think of me as cruel, who does not know the pain and the time that this some more time would take. Indeed, may be I am cruel to write you this letter without having shed a tear. But, do tears always define the pain one holds? Don't the emotions matter, the same emotions with which my quill writes this to you?
To the Maids who aren't working, I don't have enough words to thank you for the service you do for all of us. This lockdown has indeed proved to be terrific for some and many. I won't say that I can understand your pain for I know, I can't. And, may be I can't do anything to lessen your pain. It's just thet beautiful souls have to now and then, prove their existence by showing the beholder's eye that beauty isn't to see it but possess it while being able to give it. I have but nothing to say for I know your injuries and wounds aren't the ones that heal soon. Love takes time and so will these. Yet, your courage would become your mirror. Not the mirror that you see, but the one you reflect. | caption | To the Maids who aren't working, I don't have enough words to thank you for the service you do for all of us. This lockdown has indeed proved to be terrific for some and many. I won't say that I can understand your pain for I know, I can't. And, may be I can't do anything to lessen your pain. It's just thet beautiful souls have to now and then, prove their existence by showing the beholder's eye that beauty isn't to see it but possess it while being able to give it. I have but nothing to say for I know your injuries and wounds aren't the ones that heal soon. Love takes time and so will these. Yet, your courage would become your mirror. Not the mirror that you see, but the one you reflect. God has created us with love & humanity but he has made you with hope & humanity. All of us may seem inferior in front of your service. But, it's human nature that they tend to save their own roof while ignoring the leakage on the neighbour's. Just for now, let your children be the power and you, the powerful. Just for now, let hope guide you and courage subside you. The river of euphoria is soon to reach your thirsty village. It would just take some more time. You may think of me as cruel, who does not know the pain and the time that this some more time would take. Indeed, may be I am cruel to write you this letter without having shed a tear. But, do tears always define the pain one holds? Don't the emotions matter, the same emotions with which my quill writes this to you?
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