You close your eyes for the very last time_you pray_you look back at everything you’ve done and not done in life_you cry_you sit there on a wheelchair all alone, thinking about the many mistakes you’ve committed_you bid your husband the last goodbye as he goes into the afterworld_you entertain your grandkids_you roam the world_you retire_you look at all the photos from childhood to now, there’s no time to feel sad, there’s work to do_your maid knows your kids better than you do_you’re become a workaholic_you give birth to a son_you work_daughter comes to you to play, you’re busy_you work_you hire a maid for your kid_you give birth to a daughter_you work harder_you get promoted_you slog day and night_you get a leave but you want to work, to prove yourself_you get pregnant_you’re on your honeymoon_you get married, you’re blissful_you fall in love_you see him for the first time_you get the best job in the world_you enter the real world_you’re a college graduate_ permanent separation from everyone_the farewell, you cry and bid your friends goodbye_you look around at your college for the last time_you finally pay your canteenwalla the bill of thousands of rupees accumulated in the five years you spent there_phew!exams over, party time_oh god! exam time, god bless me?_photosessions whenever you’re free or whenever you look pretty_you patch up_you fight with your friends_you look at someone familiar, realize it’s your school mate but what’s her name?_you have crushes_you make friends_the first day of college, you’re very nervous_results_school exams_school farewell, promises to keep in touch_you start growing up_the hormonal changes, oh my god! you’re totally freaked out_your first puberty_you play_you’re carefree_homework-school-play-sleep, the simple routine for the simple life_the fights you have that lasts only for a day_biggest worry at that age-what to play?_you meet your best friend who is gonna stay there by you forever_you go to school for the first time, pretty nervous_interviews for admission in school_enrolled in playgroup _the first time you learn to walk_seeing tears in your mother’s eyes when you call her “mama” for the first time_the first time you learn to talk_the non-verbal disagreements with your mom about the food she’s making you eat_potty training_the many nappies you ruined_you’re given a name_you’re caressed_your family’s tears the first time they hold you_the doctor’s satisfaction on seeing you cry when you come out of your mother’s womb_you open your eyes for the very first time.
That relief you feel when you see their eyes stunned and their faces pained - even if for a second - that momentary relief! That is what makes us say hurting things, to be mean. That's what makes us want to scream and swear and make them cry. That relief that makes you feel that you don't have to bear it alone. It's eerily peaceful! That one short moment makes it less devastating. That you're not the only one with problems. You're not the only one fucked up. You are not the only depressed soul. You can see the ghost of the laughter that still hasn't left their mouth before your outburst and it gives you hope, maybe even a little perspective. Suddenly, the world is a much bigger place and you're a barely-existent dot on that globe. You see the bigger picture. You see that there are much bigger problems. Problems that you would never, ever want to encounter. You see that the person standing in front of you - the person that you've just yelled at
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n that;s life for most of the middle class peoples...
Good one...