A Balloon Of The Family
In every home, there is certainly a balloon. Everyone knows when to inflate it, when to fill it, when to let air out lightly, when to release it into the air, and when to blow it up with a pointed needle. Look closely, the string of that balloon is always in someone’s hand, because using that balloon is the easiest thing; there’s no hard work involved—just whisper a little something in the balloon’s ear against someone, and then watch the show unfold. This balloon starts to swing back and forth and then bursts loudly. People in the house use it silently and wisely. They keep themselves behind and inflate that balloon. Believe me, every home has this balloon, which is infamous for its verbal carelessness, quickness, and rudeness. But in my view, these people are very pitiable; they are the ones who get used the most, are the most time-wasting, the most dishonored, and the most restless. I do not feel anger towards them but rather pity and compassion. They don’t even realize t...