True Colours

The gift of being sick. You see,

Who cares. Who is really there with you. Who will come and be with you so you are not alone. Who holds your hand. Who calls. Who comes to see you. Who turns up. Who surprises you because they are worried about you. For who does it matter that you are alive. For who does it matter that you exist. Who picks up the phone when you call. Who calls you back when you need for help. Who is there. Who is not. When people show you their true colours,

Don’t ask them to change.

Say Thank you.

"Thank you!" Now you know. ~Dhriti Mehra ~