Hardships convey Bliss
Hardships are so many yet people try to find bliss in the very nature of their hardships. The street children near my college get their breakfast for a twelve rupee in exchange. A very little amount of 'ghugni' in a small paper plate. Something that cannot suffice one stomach but they share it with two more people and feel happy- and they smile. They abuse, they love, they cry- they do it all together.It is a curse and a blessing to be in their shoes.But oh! a day for that Bliss, for that joy, for those bright eyes devoid of worries. An old bent down man crossing the street and walking the local lanes of my place is a regular sight to my eyes. He is far more active than us to do all that he does, being what he is. He sips his tea in a 'sroop' way, exclaiming 'aah' and there I see the smile on his lips, the visible pain of exhaustion vanishing from his eyes and he is in bliss, the bliss that comes from hardships, a hard day of toil. The old Summer days, come back to the mind in the brightest yellowish color possible and the memories wink and say- ' though a goodbye, you have lived the moment'. A smile and a state of bliss, as I walk by.
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