My depression disappears!

For no particular reason,I felt very depressed .Even when I got up in the morning I was in this mood only.Sullen,irritable and angry.My husband guessed my mood and left for office with out a ‘hi!’ or ‘bye’.I felt very bad.

Around 3 in the afternoon,I could not bear to sit at home in that state of mind.I got out of the house and started going for a leisurely walk.I went on thinking,probing into myself.What was bothering me?,why did I get into this obnoxious mood?I knew.The sofa set that is in our drawing room celebrated its tenth birthday last week.It has become old and dilapidated in my eyes.I have been wanting to buy a new sofa set and my choice would cost Rs.4o,ooo,minimum.My husband put his foot down and said,”Nothing doing.We can’t spend that much money on a sofa set now.There are other more important things to take care of.”That’s all.There was no further talk between us.Iam very irritated.I have been married for the past fifteen years and I don’t have the right to buy a sofa set with out his approval.

I keep walking slowly and it begins to drizzle.I keep walking ,getting drenched in this mild shower makes me feel good.The grocerywallah from whom I regularly buy groceries shouts to me,”Amma,shall I give you an umbrella.You can return it later.”I smile and say,”No,thanks”and walk further.At the end of the street,there is a vacant plot.Looks like someone is thinking of constructing a house or building there.A hut has come up there .A family which is going to work there must have started living there.The lady of the house is cooking inside,I can see the smoke going up through the thatched roof.

The ground on which the hut stands is slushy,puddles of water everywhere.That one room is that family’s drawing,dining and living room.There is no bathroom inside or outside.They somehow fend for themselves.A mild shiver goes through my body.Then I see her.She must be eight or nine years old,must be the daughter of the family.There is an old big tree in the open ground.This girl has tied a thick rope on its branches and is sitting on it and swinging away to glory.

I keep looking at her.She is wearing an old skirt that comes up to her knees,a blouse that is torn in the armpits.Her unruly thick hair has been plaited into two pigtails.A couple of rubber bangles adorn her hands.But she is swinging in ecstasy.Up and down …..up and down.As the speed with which she swings increases and her feet almost touch the ground ,her laughter also keeps pace.

I look at her face,innocent ,guile less face.Her mirth,her happiness and her joy.Sure,she is enjoying ,tasting the happiness of this moment like honey,sip by sip.As I keep looking at this girl,I feel my mouth suddenly curving into a smile.

I walk back home,humming an old Hindi song.It is a long time since I hummed a song.​

 

My dear soldier,

Thank you.
Everybody can not have evrything.We should learn to appreciate the blessings that God has given us.Then life becomes a beautiful song.
love
mithila

 

My dear meena,
Thank you fr that fb.God has hidden so many small and big gifts in ech of our lives,if only we find them out and learn to appreciate them ,enjoy those gifts then life becomes full of fun.
love
mithila

 

My dear saroj
Your fb reminds me of a man who was sad and sulking as he did not have a pair of shes to wear.He sulked and sulked till he came across a man who did not have legs.
love
mithila amma