I was sitting at the
coffee shop, all dejected. I was unhappy with the way my life was getting
shaped. My career graph was progressing towards the third quadrant. I had
screwed all of the online jobs that I had been doing by not adhering to their
deadlines. I wasn’t in good books with my parents. I had fucked up my
relationship too. I was feeling suicidal. I had almost given up on me. I considered
me to be a loser and that’s exactly when she happened.
I saw her reflection
in the mirror. She was reading a book. Her eyes danced from one corner of the
page to another in a jiffy. She was a ‘fast-reader’. The expressions on her
face were worth capturing. I was mesmerized with her. I felt that I was
possessed. She finished her coffee and left the shop.
I followed her. She got
in to a boutique and marched towards the dress section. I did not want her to
see me. I hid behind the clothes. But she caught me.
“Can you please help
me select one among these?” She asked, holding a black and white colored dress.
“Of course! The Black
one!”
“Black represents
darkness, sadness. Life can never be so dark and dull. There is always
something good happening in your life. You just fail to see it. I choose the
white one!” She replied.
I stood astonished. She
was herself very sure of buying the white one. She paid for her dress and left
the boutique.
She entered a hotel. I
sat exactly opposite to her. I ordered myself a coffee and observed her. She ordered
quite a number of dishes. I was surprised to see that such petite figure could
digest so much food.
She looked at me and
said “It’s all in your mind. There is nothing in this world, no food and no truth,
which cannot be digested. You may find it hard to accept now. But trust me, you
will find it all funny in future. Enjoy life!”
She joined me and
asked “Do you have extra money?”
I nodded and handed
over a 500 rupee note to her. She took it and gave it to the beggar on the
street.
“You should be an
inspiration. In fact, you are one. Stop considering yourself as a loser.” She
said and went away.
I woke up with a fright. I had been dreaming. Do you know
who the girl was? It was me. Friends, you need to have a talk with yourself once
in a while. See yourself as a third person and count your blessings. You will
never be able to do it if you look otherwise. This talk-with-yourself session
will help you for sure. Try it once! I am sure you will feel lucky, inspired
and content.