Her life was perfect. There were no
complaints. No regrets. Happiness and laughter dominated her life. Success
always stood by her side. She was professionally accomplished and was earning
enough. Her friends envied her and she enjoyed the attention.
Work life started to stress her. She
started finding less and less time to herself. Her family thought that she
would be busy. Her friends thought that success had made her arrogant. Some
thought that she was showing too much of attitude. Some others commented that
she had become selfish. Some teased that she was enslaved to money.
She was too tired to respond. She knew
how lonely she was and how exhausted she felt. She was drained, both mentally
and physically.
Loneliness only added to the torture.
She realized that she had failed as a person. She had no one to share her
professional accomplishments with. She stayed away from her parents. She was
old enough to be married and the institution called marriage gave her nerves.
She was good looking enough to have a boyfriend. But, she did not have one. She
was charming enough to have friends. Yet, she had none.
She cursed the mobile phone that was
lying next to her. She cursed it for building a wall between real and virtual
World. She wanted to see the smile in the face and glint in the eyes of her
loved ones. She was sick of smileys and emoticons. She knew that she has had
enough of LOL. She wanted to talk to someone and not message. She wanted to hug
someone and not clutch the mobile.
That night, instead of tapping on the
familiar keys of her laptop, she opened her daily journal. She opened it and
found that she had stopped writing regularly. She turned through the
pages. The pages were as blank as her emotions. She forced a smile in her face
and stared at the ceiling. The fan was running at full speed. She diverted her
gaze towards the curtains. They were dancing to the tune of the breeze. The
yellow wall painting infused a strange positivity within her.
She recalled how silent she used to be
during her school days and how resilient she has become now. She made a mental
analysis and concluded that she used to be happier in company of her
daily journal and fictions. She missed the quality time that she used to spend
with herself. She realized that she missed herself. She promised to renew the
friendship with herself.
Midway in life’s journey, she realized
that solitude is bliss.
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