The bus was choc-a-bloc. Though the a/c was on, one could still feel the heat of the scorching sun. All of a sudden a 2 year old child started crying at the top of his voice. It was really irritating. Many of the passengers tried their level best to appease that child in hopes of carrying on the remainder of the journey peacefully. Someone gave a chocolate; another started whistling and yet another guy actually mimicked a monkey. After all these herculean attempts, the child finally stopped crying. Probably he liked the monkey act. Everyone took a deep breath and smiled.
25 years hence, that child has grown up handsomely into a man. He secured a job in a MNC, a hefty salary and a lavish lifestyle…almost every possible glee of life. Today, he wanted to cry aloud, to once again be that child 25 years ago. Alas, he couldn't. However; tear drops trickled down his eyes. He was searching for a similar kind of crowd who pacified him in past. No one in sight…none turned up. He rushed to the washroom, and cried unabashed for some time. He felt a sense of calm and relief.
He said to himself…“Kudos, it was a nice monkey act.”
N.B. : Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in the eyes…
