Turning the pages of life

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.