Heartprints…

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The lawn was abuzz with activity and people seemed to be having the time of their life. The place illuminated and every nook and corner was adorned with shimmery lights.

Sneha sat at one corner observing people who were mostly her husband’s colleagues. She wondered why everyone looked spirited and happy. She had to unwillingly come to this party as it was the annual office bash and she couldn’t afford to give this one a miss. Her husband’s colleagues would raise eyebrows and she would be officially tagged as ‘anti- social’.

Sneha had not always been like this. She used to be a fun- loving girl who would enjoy being with people and let loose. But, of late she had transformed into this bitter woman who was fringing towards being a cynic. She despised her present job and though her husband had asked her innumerable times to look for some other opportunities or even take a break for a while, she continued to be stuck in the same place. He could clearly see that she had been distraught since the last few months. But, all his efforts in cheering her up went awry. He had planned weekend getaways, he took her to impromptu shopping trips, but nothing seemed to uplift her melancholic demeanour.

As Sneha sat there, she felt lonely in the crowd. She felt a sudden urge to go back home and bury herself in her bed and close her mind and heart to any of the voices that reverberated around her. While she was lost in her own world, the sound of jazzy music brought her back to the present.

Gradually, people came on the tiny dance floor swaying their bodies and living in the moment. Once the dinner got served there were fewer people on the dance floor. But, a couple who had been there from the beginning dancing with each other caught Sneha’s eyes. They were a middle aged couple and they danced holding hands, dreamily looking at each other. Even when everyone left to have dinner, they continued dancing absolutely oblivious to their surroundings.

A few people started giggling and passed some snide remarks about their ‘public display of emotion’. Sneha also found it odd as to why they did not seem to be bothered by the prying eyes of the people and she kept looking at them. She also felt a tinge of jealousy and thought that they really must love each other and must be truly blessed.

Finally, the music ceased and the couple headed towards the dinner counter. Sneha also picked up a plate and seeing that her husband was busy chatting with his boss, turned to the next empty chair she saw and sat. Just then she saw the ‘dancing couple’ treading towards her. They were not alone. A man in his thirties and an old woman accompanied them. All four of them sat next to Sneha.

The woman smiled at Sneha and introduced herself. Sneha did not know what to say so she complimented her on her dancing skills. At this the lady looked at her husband and said, “You know what I danced after six months today. I have a severe back problem which aggravates if I have physical exertion of any sort. But, Ram my husband here, he knew how fond I am of dancing and so he made sure I dance and enjoy myself. And this is my son Rahul. Say hello to aunty, Rahul.”

At this the thirty something boy merely smiled. The lady Reema then told Sneha that he was a special child and he can not speak at all. But, Sneha noticed that she said those things about her son without an iota of sadness or pain. She seemed to have accepted what life had to offer and it did not seem to bog her down. As Reema fed her thirty year old son each morsel of food, while simultaneously asking after her old mother, Sneha excused herself and moved to the washroom.

She stood in the restroom looking at her in the large mirror. She saw the reflection of a woman who had everything going for her. She had loving parents and in laws, a caring husband who let her be herself and stood by her and a job which gave her the freedom to be financially independent. The Gods of Fate were good to her. Now, it was her turn to be grateful and live each day with hope and happiness.

As she sauntered her way out, she saw her husband ,who was looking for her. She hugged him and smiled. He looked at her unbelievingly.

“Should we go? I thought you hated parties. I hope you were not ‘bored to death’ as you say”.

To this Sneha said, “No, rather I am glad I came.”

Sneha suddenly turned back and she found herself standing in front of Reema and her family.

“Thank you so much. Meeting you all was the highlight of the day for me. Please, be the way you are”, Sneha said, while Reema and her husband looked at her surprisingly.

Sneha smiled. How would they know that they took her out of the pit of darkness and taught her how to live? More than anything, they touched the farthest corners of her heart and she would never be disillusioned again. The heartprints which they had left on her heart would be etched there forever , telling her to embrace life with open arms.

 

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I am participating in  The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge. The prompt for today is heartprints. 

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About Meha Sharma

Dreamer,Writer,Mother,Fauji wife...all while striving to overcome something called 'Procrastination' :) I dabble in writing and write for @huffpostindia, @womensweb , @mycity4kids. I worked as a Business Analyst in an elite IT firm and as a professor in management colleges. Having earned an MBA degree in Human Resource Management and an MA degree in English Literature, I now pass on my wisdom to management students. To keep my sanity while striving to be a 'decent' mom to my ever inquisitive daughter, I tell myself, what Winnie the Pooh says,"My favourite day is today" :)
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11 Responses to Heartprints…

  1. Ravi Sidula says:

    Good positive story. Yes, everything is in our hands. We just need to extend our hand to the beautiful inner self at times. Lovely theme.

  2. Akshata Ram says:

    This is such a heartwarming tale – often we fail to see how lucky we are

  3. Rashmi says:

    Beautiful Meha! Loved the positivity! True, gratitude keeps us rooted. It is important to embrace life with open as no matter what life has given us.

  4. vinodinii says:

    Life is like that sometimes. We just take everything for granted till we realize how fortunate we really are. I enjoyed reading this.

  5. Ryan says:

    We realise that what we had was precious only when we lose it. Like you so aptly described in this anecdote, we often spend our lives wailing and not living it to the fullest. Very positive story. More people need to read it and get influenced by it.

  6. Nice one! Maybe life decided that she needed to get out of that pity pit and send Reema along to help pull her out!

  7. mahekg says:

    This was simply beautiful. I truly wish for all of us that we find guiding light whenever we are stuck

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