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By- Chandini Kola

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That was a gloomy sunday. Like everyday, Nihan woke up and started his day. Finishing his bath, he stepped out of the home and started wearing his shoes. His neighbour wished him morning and he returned it by saying, “Good morning, Have a happy day!!” He started his walk towards the metro station and took his train to the city garden. After reaching the city garden, he started jogging and most of the people at the garden were greeting him. He responded to them with a smile. A girl who was sitting on the bench at a corner observed all of this. In her own mind, she was talking, ‘How lucky he must be to have that smile on his face and to have so many friends and here I am sitting alone crying on my fate.’ Nihan went jogging around the garden and saw this girl crying. His instinct asked him to speak to the girl but he stopped himself thinking that she would misunderstand him. He walked away from there and continued his jogging. He was finishing the second round and by the time he reached to the place where the girl was sittting, the girl thought of approaching him and called him in doubt, ‘Excuse me! Can I talk to you for few minutes?’ He agreed and sat beside her. ‘With your permission, May I know what is the reason that you are crying?’ Nihan asked. ‘Why does life turn out to be fruits and flowers to only few? Why is that we don’t find reasons to smile? When are people like me going to be happy?’ the girl asked with snivelled face. Nihan chuckled at her words. The girl got angry and asked him what is so funny about her worries. He apologised to her and replied, ‘You sound like me few years ago.’ The girl made a doubtful face hearing to this. Nihan said, ‘Ok, let me tell you my story.’ and started telling his story to her.

Five years back, I was also just a guy sitting in the corner, finding reasons to smile. I was not the one with huge pocket money or high score or amazing looks or many friends. I was definitely not the ‘cool dude’. I was the one who was bullied for his colour and scolded by the teachers for low marks. I used to put lots of effort to score good grades and to look good as well. I strained myself so much that I forgot there is a life beyond this. No one was willing to speak to me, so ultimately I had no friends. Things I would do in my typical day were, going to school and returning to home with tears on my face. These were the only worries I had until I was diagnosed with Cancer. I crumbled after listening to this. Even though my family was taking care of me, I always had a void in my brain that I need something else. My brain was rushed with many questions that how come I am surrounded by only worries and no smiles. I didn’t find find interest in anything. Neither I wanted to go to the school nor I wanted to stay at home. My pillow was always flushed with tears. I circumscribed myself to my room. All I could think was “Iam dying.” Our family friend suggested my parents to join me into ‘MYTHILA FOUNDATION’, home for many cancer patients. I started feeling more lonely after joining there. I could see someone or the other dying there each day. No one there had the hope of living. We all were just walking dead.

One day, we all were asked to assemble at the meeting hall. We were introduced to a person who was a well known yoga instructor. He asked all of us to perform meditation for peace of mind and taught us few asanas which could help us handling our health issues. He also shared about his family and his work with us. We all bid goodbye to him and returned to our rooms. After then, I started meditating every day. His words were true, I was able to feel relaxed after meditation. I even habituated myself to write a diary. One day, I questioned myself, “What is happiness?” Is happiness about having people around you or having good looks or having good grades or being rich or what? I was thinking about this and walking through the corridors. When I was looking around thinking about this, a man at the foundation looked at me and smiled. I replied him with a smile too. I felt so good about it. That day, when I slept, my mind was calm and I slept peacefully. The next day was happy morning for me. I woke up and walked on to the terrace to meditate. I heard birds chirping which brought smile on my face again. I closed my eyes and could hear my blood flowing. Everything was very soothing. This day I smiled at few people and got their smiles in return. Days continued and each day along with the smile my peace grew. With days passed,my friend. I was able to speak to many people, make jokes and had fun. We all ate together, meditated together, played together and many more things. Then I realised, that no matter how many issues we all have, we all can still find reasons to smile. Yes, I agree that we need money, education, name and fame. But they are not the reasons for happiness. They are our way of life. The reason to happiness is actually within. We all compare ourselves with others lives and stop exploring ourselves.We forget the chords of our dreams. We start chasing and mimicking someone else’s life. We stop knowing what makes us “US”. We let the numbers decide our life. We all live in comparisons and confusions. The real happiness is a treasure we buried inside us. If we fell into any problem, that means the solution lies within us. If we fail, we learn, we know what not to do next time we try it. Even if we are dying, we should accept the fact that our term is limited and that is why it is important to “live in each moment” or we shall always fall short on time. It is important to explore self. It is rather better to spend your time with smiles than to cry over the limited moments. “We all are passing clouds but make sure to rain as much as possible until you stay.” We all are worth of every emotion, and the rest of things are just our creations.

The girl wiped her tears after listening this and thanked Nihan for helping her understand her life. She made a phone call to her father, told him how Nihan supported her and asked him to speak to Nihan. “Thank you, Nihan!” said her father. “It is my pleasure. Will see you some time at your yoga class. Bye!” answered Nihan. Nihan left from there by wishing the girl. The girl was confused that how does Nihan knows that her father runs an yoga class. She left to home and spoke to her father about this. Her father smiled and replied, “I was the yoga instructor that went to their foundation and whomever you have seen wishing him in the City Garden were his friends at the foundation and Nihan has not just helped himself but also taught many people around him to live a happy life until they could survive. And that is why I suggested you to spend some time at City garden too.”

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Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It occurred when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. Only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds. The walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the walls using the most mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore. 

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