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Everyone has a story..

-The woman who was wearing a bright lipstick in the hospital. You thought was too loud a make up for a hospital! She just heard the news of a terminal disease few days back. The lipstick helped her cheer up. Think before you judge.

-The man you noticed bingeing on sweets, and thought to yourself , if he should have. He was off sweets and good things to bring down his weight and diabetes, for almost a year. This was just a cheat day which made him feel rewarded. Don’t judge.

-The girl in the mall with a very heavy eye makeup, fake lashes, coloured shadow, whom you thought was over dressed, has been crying continuously since few days over her broken heart and relationships. The make up was probably to cover her tired eyes from the world. Don’t mock.

-The child in the coffee shop who is dropping chocolate sauce on his clothes while the mother is on her phone. The mother is probably wanting a break from doing that chore all day 24/7. Don’t bad mouth her.

-The woman you just labelled as a ‘slut’ because you thought she was close to guys, was just being friendly as she gets along better with opposite sex. Because you did not care to ask the truth, you cooked up a story in your head and didn’t waste seconds labelling her. Don’t conclude.

Everyone has a story. People who think they have it all, are just living in an illusion. Or don’t want to accept shortcomings. Everyday we judge millions. From celebs on TV to our neighbours to a random person in a shopping mall or coffee shop. From the clothes people wear to the food they eat to the make up they wear to the car they drive to their kids. Relentlessly. No break.

World can do well without unnecessary judgments. CO -existence can happen easily. If we hold hands. If we offer a cup of coffee and just tell them you are there. And prove it by listening without judging. Sometimes we all want someone to just listen to us. It’s okay if someone wants to wear make up. It’s okay if someone is taking a break from motherhood duties. It’s absolutely fine if someone indulges themselves. One life. Let each one be. As the famous adage goes, “to each his own”. Let’s stop judging, let’s start accepting.

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