You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear



Have you seen superheroes and superheroines?
No, not the ones who hide behind the mask and defeat monsters in the reel world, but the ones who turn monstrous to defeat their demons in the real world.
I've seen superheroes in men on the scooters with the family of four. Having got an inflated tummy, whitish moustache, hair leaving the spaces on their heads, their minds stay filled with the due dates of unpaid loans and taxes.

I've seen superheroines in the women bargaining on the vegetable shops. Having wore an old sarees, cheap sandals, their hearts stay filled with the fear of getting a wrong son-in-law and lack of jewellery on their daughters' bosom.
I've seen superheroes in the bus conductors who don't prohibit ragpickers and beggars, hence allow every type of passengers to board the bus.



I've seen superheroines in the pale faced women bearing the pain of umpteen broken ribs to give a life. When their wombs get blessed with an angel, their hearts stay filled with the fear of discrimination being done to them.
I've seen superheroes in the old craftsmen who carve sculptures even after having presbyopia, for art repairs all the damages life has had done to them.
I've seen superheroines in the women who leave their seat as soon as they see an old man standing in front of them, for it is not feminism but womanhood which uplifts them.
It's not that I find everyone heroic, but it is that, we've been believing in the wrong definition of heroism. Flying with wings can be a supernatural power, but walking with wounded feet is sheer miraculous and what else are the humans except magicians?

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