As the first ray of the summer sun hit my face yesterday morning, even my state-of-the-art split AC couldn’t shield the heat. I opened my eyes reluctantly, as though I had a choice not to! I turned to my right and started feeling up my bedside table, until I could grab my phone.
7:45 am it said. How ruthless! Why doesn’t time stop for anyone? I wish I was Hermione and I had my own customized time-turner, but would I want to deal with Voldemort? Speaking of Voldemort it had just struck me that I was running late to work, so I did the most logical thing that one would, I opened the app that turns everyone into professional photographers, intellectuals and social media influencers. Yes, I had opened Instagram!
I scrolled and scrolled until I despised my very existence. Once I initiated my self destruction mode, I was all set crib about the traffic, vine about my workplace and complain about how Earth is not a planet meant for me.
But something disparate had happened, while I was in the backseat of my Uber listening to Chupke Chupke Raat Din by Gulam Ali, I saw a little girl in shabby clothes, sitting on the footpath and laughing heartily.
This was a sight for a split second in the traffic and I didn’t ruminate about it. But today, I opened my eyes with a smile on my face.
Had anything changed from yesterday? Well nothing, if anything, things just got from bad to worse. But, as cliche as it sounds, ‘Your World Is What You Make Of It.’
So cut yourself some slack, take it easy and clap your hands.
You ask why? Because, when you happy and you know, clap your hands 🙂