When a Giver Becomes a Receiver

A strange kind of happiness in receiving the very love you spent your life giving away.

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I have always been the giver.

“Khaya?”
“Ghar pahunch kar bata dena.”
“Thak gaye ho? Aaram kar lo.”
“Tum rakh lo, mujhe nahi chahiye.”

These little sentences became my way of loving people. I gave time, attention, care, food, advice, patience; whatever I had. And I rarely wondered what would come back.

Not because I didn’t need it.

I had forgotten how to ask for it.

Then one day, someone asked me,

“Tumne khana khaya?”

Such a small question. Yet it felt strangely familiar. I had spent years asking it. For the first time, someone was asking it for me. And something inside me softened. I became so familiar with giving that it stopped feeling like an act. It became my nature.

Kisi ki fikr ho toh pooch lena,
kisi ka dil udaas ho toh paas baith jaana,
kisi ko zarurat ho toh apna hissa baant dena,
shayad isi ko maine zindagi samajh liya tha.

I never thought much about what came back. Not because I didn’t want anything. There is a difference.