I am feeling heavy. May be it is the oppressive heat of September. May be it is the humidity. May be because nothing has been going right in life lately. Maybe because it is a Sunday evening...
So I decide to stroll down to the street leading to the temple. I walk across the street, lost in my thoughts. In front of the temple, I see the blind lady asking for alms. I have been seeing since I have come here, and she has become an assurance for me...An assurance...that all is not lost...an assurance...that the world will move ahead.....may be .....till I keep seeing her.
Beside her is a group of sari-clad, poor ladies. They sit on the dirty floor, busy chatting with each other about the daily chores of life. They seem content and happy. I am not. They have nothing, it seems, still everything. I have everything it seems, still nothing.
I close my eyes. It has been 5 years since I left my college in Kerala, still everything is so fresh. 5 years back, when I would be sad, or would feel heavy, I would similarly stroll down the empty lanes of my college at midnight. I miss my college days so much. Even more today. How strong was I then. Being alone gave me strength in those days...
I open my eyes. Feeling a lot better. The world is a mixed baggage. It is full of pleasures. It is full of sorrows. There are diseases. There are those cute faces of little kids which make you smile. There is death, which is the ultimate realization that nobody is immortal. There is birth, which seems such a cause for celebration. There is money, which can't give you happiness. There is care and love, which make you happy.
Well, I have now reached too far from the temple. I decide to turn around. I decide to go back now. I decide, not to worry about the frills of life. I decide to be positive....again...like in college....
Tommorrow...will be a new day...a beautiful day...hopefully...
So I decide to stroll down to the street leading to the temple. I walk across the street, lost in my thoughts. In front of the temple, I see the blind lady asking for alms. I have been seeing since I have come here, and she has become an assurance for me...An assurance...that all is not lost...an assurance...that the world will move ahead.....may be .....till I keep seeing her.
Beside her is a group of sari-clad, poor ladies. They sit on the dirty floor, busy chatting with each other about the daily chores of life. They seem content and happy. I am not. They have nothing, it seems, still everything. I have everything it seems, still nothing.
I close my eyes. It has been 5 years since I left my college in Kerala, still everything is so fresh. 5 years back, when I would be sad, or would feel heavy, I would similarly stroll down the empty lanes of my college at midnight. I miss my college days so much. Even more today. How strong was I then. Being alone gave me strength in those days...
I open my eyes. Feeling a lot better. The world is a mixed baggage. It is full of pleasures. It is full of sorrows. There are diseases. There are those cute faces of little kids which make you smile. There is death, which is the ultimate realization that nobody is immortal. There is birth, which seems such a cause for celebration. There is money, which can't give you happiness. There is care and love, which make you happy.
Well, I have now reached too far from the temple. I decide to turn around. I decide to go back now. I decide, not to worry about the frills of life. I decide to be positive....again...like in college....
Tommorrow...will be a new day...a beautiful day...hopefully...
