Twitter usually evokes mixed reactions. There are few who love it and then there are few who hate it. I think it’s more about finding your tribe. Once you find it, you will love Twitter. The above post kind of sums up my relationship with twitter.
Sushma was feeling confident as she walked in the office. She had nothing to lose and this was a chance she didn’t want to miss. By noon, she came out of the office with an offer letter clutched in her hand and a zeal for life. She reflected at the time in life when she had been depressed, realizing now just how wrong she had been.
Sushma had been a dedicated housewife for the past 30 years and she had been happy doing that. However once the children went off to study and she was left with the proverbial empty nest, a gloom took over. She felt like she was useless and her life had been non consequential. Her life seemed to be spiraling downwards.
One day she was asked for help in translation by her daughter. It was a small piece to be translated from Hindi to Marathi and she did a great job with it. Sushma was an army daughter and she had travelled extensively across India. She had been a zesty girl and loved to know more about the culture of the place. She also had a knack for languages. She had picked up 4 languages apart from Hindi and English. As she translated the piece for her daughter she rediscovered her love for languages.
Today, she had won a contract for translation of disaster management booklet, a project that would touch thousands of life. She had also discovered a zest for life.
I was jealous of him and very very angry.
I sneeked in the room, he was lying quietly on the bed
He smelled so sweet and looked cuddly, being all wrapped up
I had decided that I will scream and scare him away
Then mom would only love me, just like it used to be.
But, then he moved and put his tiny hand out
Opened his small, shiny eyes and looked around
He spotted me and smiled a sweet lazy smile
He stretched his hand, as if to hold mine
As I held his hand, he curled his fingers
As if to say, I know in my heart, you love me
My aching heart which was filled with jealousy
Suddenly stopped hurting, making way for a new feeling.
I envy you, he thought
I envy you…. she thought, as they crossed each other.
Both were around seven, and both longed to be in others shoes
She had a sackful of books on her back, rushing off to yet another class as her nanny tugged her hand
He sat by his balloon seller dad, with some tattered books and broken toys to keep him company
Both envied the other, one for her luxuries and other for his freedom
Both felt the grass was greener on the other side
What they didn’t know was that the greenest of all was the colour of Envy