Gazing at my not so good looking features in the mirror ,
criticizing my looks for not being the perfect ones, myself
not being the epitome of
personified purity.
Sipping the tea from the cup of life and
contemplating how trivial issues could affect our lives.
Sitting there at the metro station of
Janakpuri, looking at the silhouette of the flying pigeons in the crimson tint
of the setting sun, I was flipping the pages of the book, thinking deeply. I
could see the vivid pictures of the year old memories as I turned the pages. I
was deeply engrossed in my thoughts, biting my nails, thinking about Delhi. I
was busy in introspecting about my myriad visits to seemapuri slums
Few days back, I was walking through the
dingy lanes of SEEMAPURI slums, lined up with ill lit houses with rickety doors
and windows. I was simply trying to feel the trauma and hardships, rag pickers
living in the slums would be facing every single minute, trying to embrace
their pain knowing that it is simply impossible to undergo the same nightmarish
dream they are living in. Suddenly my eyes captured something, something
unusual, out of all dull faces, a face so vibrant.
An encounter with the sunshine:
Few days back, I met a little girl, her
smile was as serene as white. Talking to her, completely mesmerized by the
vivaciousness, she imparted. Her passion towards life was simply surreal.
Being enslaved in the chains of
drudgery and poverty, there was not even a sign of sigh on her petite face (maiden
smiling).
Her bright enrapturing smile could let
every person to forget all the problems and to wear that smile even in atrocious
situations.
Getting completely engrossed in
conversation with maiden:
Me: what is your name?
( the girl having a spark in her eyes, beautiful eyes trying to say lot more than
life)
Girl: Chahat (I was thinking how apt is her
name. She can inspire anyone to breathe in the air of aspirations.)
Me: Do you like chocolates?
Chahat replied she cannot eat sweet (medical
problem). Her answer left me in despair. ( she was still smiling )
Me: So, you like to go to school?
Chahat: I don’t go to school.
I was disappointed at that moment. I was
still looking at her face trying to express myriad feelings.
Me: So, what do you like to play?
Chahat: I don’t have time to play as I have
to come household chores. (I was in excruciating pain).
The teardrop, which had been dwelling in my
eyes from so long, could not hold the strands of my eyes any Longer. Teardrops
were parting their way down my eye lashes (overflow of emotions).
Meeting chahat and listening to her saga
left me thinking that how we get sad about trivial matters. We must take
inspiration from chahat , who is
combating every moment for her survival(still
with a smile on her cute face).
I visited most gloomy part of delhi but
that this incident created an imprint on my heart. It has given me so much, a
moment of ecstasy my city has given to me.
This is a very emotional moment for me and
is letting me to turn the page of my crinkly book of life.
We should take pleasure of each and every
precious moment bestowed upon us by our city and feel the aesthetic effect.
