Fighting The Blues
Last night, when a thunder struck the otherwise calm skies and the moon hid behind the blanket, saving self, I was delightfully gazing at the changing faces of the blue umbrella. The way the shiny old guy played hide-n-seek with his blanket was a treat to the eyes; I could spend hours there, to wait for the moon to appear back from beneath the moving clouds. Today, when I woke up with the same beautiful memory, I was unaware that something similar awaited me. As fascinating as the thunder was to watch, it was dreary when too close to listen. In a matter of few seconds, my decisions and principles changed and I could feel myself falling helplessly, probably the same way “Alice In Wonderland” would have felt when the poor thing fell in a tree hole. Have you ever been in situations where you had to accept a bitter truth about self? Have you ever been forced to realize that there is something you are not exactly good at? There’s a fair chance the answer to that question would be yes; it...