Choosing Happiness. (Monday Moments #53)

Her life was not a meadow of flowers.

It was a storm in sea.

A traffic in cities.

A whirlwind in deserts.

A fire in forests.

Her life was not a meadow of flowers.

          She lived alone in a chawl. She had no family. She didn't even know who her parents were. All 17 years of her life, one old lady took care of her. But, now she knew that she can't depend on her. It wasn't right. She was educated till 10th standard. But she wasn't suitable for corporate jobs. Instead, she decided to do a cooking job. She landed a few in her chawl itself. It wasn't good salary but she could pay bills. Without any family, education, money and support system, she just about managed to live. She read about suicides of girls who cannot get admission. The causes were depression, stress or mental instability. She thought, "What makes them not want to live? At least they have families and loved ones. If people decide to take their lives because of such things, I'd have died a long time ago." That was the moment she realised her strength. She did not have any significant thing in her life to keep going. Despite that, she struggled to be alive. She did not let anything demoralise her. She did not feel miserable or sad. She could have chosen 1000 things that made her life hell. Instead, she chose the one thing that made her life heaven. She chose happiness. She found happiness in the smallest of the things because she knew big things with big happiness were not written for her. She laughed it off when she saw a rat moving under her bed. She laughed until her stomach hurt when she understood the reasons of rich people's suicides. It was ironic. It was the moment when she was a carefree happy person without a worry.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

Monday Blues. (Monday Moments #52)

          A nice weekend was about to end. Around 8 pm on that Sunday evening, the entire process started repeating itself. The sadness that weekend was coming to an end. The indescribable weight of irritation and misery because of the coming Monday. The hope that at least this week will end fast and weekend will arrive. He sat on his reclining chair in the balcony viewing the people on the streets. He wondered how 48 hours of Saturday and Sunday go by in a whistle. But, how 24 hours of Monday seemed never-ending. He drank his tea. One sip and he felt like spitting it out. It was too sweet. It was just a trigger to his frustration. Soon, the kids playing downstairs made his head ache and he started to silently curse them. His days of youth were definitely gone. Every small thing set his teeth on edge. And all was happening because the clock ticked faster taking him to the unavoidable doom of Monday. Soon, he went to bed praying his boss won't come tomorrow. He hoped to have a day of less work. He knew it was all dramatic but he just didn't want to go to his office. Monday blues set in and he went to sleep fearing for the weekend but also knowing he wasn’t alone.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

Solitude Isn't Always the Answer. (Monday Moments #51)

He had an extended holiday weekend and he decided to go on a retreat. He left for his flat some 4 hours away. He was hoping to have a nice quiet time to think about his job, family, relationship and friends. There weren’t any fights or anything but he felt very disengaged from everyone. He felt like he’s just living the same day again and again. As he went to his flat, he planned the day. He decided to visit the bookstore, then go for shopping and have dinner at a nice restaurant. Everything went as planned, but somehow he felt empty. Earlier, this kind of a day would’ve revitalized him but that day, he just felt lonely. He missed his people. Even though he was away, he hoped that his juniors would do the work properly. He was worried about the efficiency of the project. He was hoping his friends wouldn’t hate him because he went alone without even asking them to join. They were his best friends, after all and he never took any major decision without consulting them. As a matter of fact, they were the ones who pushed him to propose. And just like that he started thinking about his girlfriend. They were together for about a year. They were nothing like each other. But, both of them always wondered why the other even liked them. He remembered how scared they both were at the start but then everything turned out okay. And now, he was badly missing her. He missed listening to her rants. He missed telling her the day’s stories. He missed her subtle hints of choosing something good while shopping. He missed how she eye-rolled when someone used incorrect English. He missed all these little things about her. He missed her the most. He then called her up and they ended up talking for hours.

Sometimes, even when you feel like everything is going in a not-so-thrilling fashion, it is important to just stick through it. Running away doesn’t always solves problems. Actually, it might just create more. The guy who always went on random rides, solo travelling and shopping alone, now couldn’t imagine doing it without her. Sometimes you need solitude but with someone without whom your soul isn’t complete.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

She. (Monday Moments #50)

          It gives me immense pleasure to say that I'm posting the 50th post in the Monday Moments series. It's been quite a journey. I remember moments when I couldn't think of anything. And the moments when I just had too much to elaborate. I cannot be happier about this blog series. Thank you, readers for your great support and love! Here's a post dedicated to all the women!

          She is the calmness in the middle of a storm. She is the light at the end of a tunnel. She is the hope in the hour of need. She is a woman, holding everyone up and taking them ahead with her.

Looking like her mother but taken after her father, she was born to create wonders. She was the one who didn't care what society thought. She was the one who cared only for those who cared for her. Not once did she let her family down. She was her parents' support system. She was their daughter, a brave soldier in the battlefield.

She wasn't only his girlfriend. She wasn't the one who would wait for his message. She knew that she was okay with him and she knew she would be okay without him. She only needed herself to create her own life and all its magic. She loved him with all her heart. But, she was smart enough to love herself more.

She was her own boss. She made a living from her passion. She was a working woman with an innovative mind and a powerful personality. She was the company's bright future.

She was the kind of friend who listened. She knew better than to share every detail of every day of her life to her friends. She listened carefully about their lives, passions, love interests and problems. She would be most practical but also kindly empathetic to her friends. She was their shoulder to lean on. 

No matter what happened to her, she always stood up and kept walking. She was a woman taking on the world. She is the one who makes every moment amazing.

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)

Travelling Couple. (Monday Moments #49)

          They were in front of the Eiffel Tower with their hearts full of love and soul full of travel. As they sat looking at the beauty of the tower, they were drawn back to the novice stage of their relationship. They remembered how they were both passionate about travel. They were introduced to each other by their parents. They knew each other since childhood and so decided to try it out. Both of them had their fears. Both had certain set rules of how they wanted to live their life. They were sure that their significant other wouldn't agree to it and hence there was a lot of hesitation.

          Her dream was to travel the world. She was the CEO of her own start-up company and things were flourishing. She knew that she would take it to an international level. She knew she would still have power over it while she was travelling. Her goals were set. On the other hand, he was a writer. He was a content writer for a firm. His articles were mainly about customer relations and feedback. But, actually he wanted to be a different kind of a writer. He wanted to be a travel writer. 

          They spent some time together. They liked each other's company. Before things could get serious, they knew they had to have the talk. When they both met, they got straight to the point. They both unanimously said, "I want to travel the world." There was a point of silence, after which they started to laugh. In what universe do you find that person who wants the same thing as you do? It was unbelievable and honestly a momentous occasion. People who want different things always get together and end up making compromises. But, this? It was as if they had actually found their soulmate. Their travel soulmate.

          As they talked about it, sitting in the city of romance, after 2 years, they were eternally happy to have found each other. In a world where people forget their passion, they had conquered their passion, love and life. 

(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)