When I was a child of eight or nine,or may be before that too.....day
dreaming the impossible was my occupation. And the dreams were made of such
silly stuff that anyone would laugh it off today.In my dreams I would be the
unvanquished queen,the winner of accolades from every known face. I elucidate my vain self with this small instance.
Once I had a tiff with my closest friend, Shreya. She preferred Juhi to
me. Easily I recoiled into my fantastical world of dreams. I dreamt of all the
possible suffering she must be undergoing in Juhi’s company. How the arrogant
and possessive Juhi must be stifling Shreya’s fragile soul. Secretly she must
be longing to be my friend again,but does’nt know how to proceed. Never mind ,I
decide to wait. One day we accidently meet at the school tap. On the pretext of drinking water, she
pours out her endless grief and sorrow in incorrigible words. I am
understanding ofcourse and I empathise with her wounded self.Lo and behold! we are
be friends again. Juhi is left in one corner sulking and fuming in disgust.
Reality is always
stranger than fiction. On the contrary, I find Shreya and Juhi getting along famously well. Instead it’s me
whose vulnerable, desperately seeking friendship here and there. My days are
lonely . I feel low and dull. Somewhere
down the line I start connecting with Tina- an ever smiling ,kind and helpful
girl. We share our thoughts, our problems, our views our giggles for hours non-stop. Every morning there’s something new
to convey. Oh what joy true friendship brings.
I was just seven then......... an age when tears and laughter are skimming at
the surface, ready to explode at the smallest pretext.
Even today I dream , whenever
caught in a quagmire –be it home,workplace, relationship or life in general.
Again I am the special winner, the unvanquished queen, the trophy girl in the game of life. I derive momentary
healing out of it. My resilience triples and soon I zoom ahead with not a care
in this mortal world.
Is’nt it true for
many?
