A Lesson I Learnt

The palms were cold. They were accumulating water, freezing and harsh. And then, I looked at myself in the stained mirror. The mirror, what an amazing weapon of introspection! And the mirror of the restroom was annoyed, bruised and battered. It had scratches all over. It was falling apart. There were tiny water drops on it. Drops which had splashed from my palms. The water was still running cold, but my palms were numb now. Turned blue! My nails, my nimble fingers and my destiny lines-all of it was blue. Water....life and death. You get what you deserve. Everything happens for a reason. God helps those who help themselves. The words of the centuries were echoing in my ears. Each word stabbing me hard. Every whisper putting its hands around my throat. I closed the basin tap and looked at the same mirror again. Still silent and annoyed. Still bruised and wet. And there, right there I saw someone familiar. Someone whom I had lost in the giant world of materialism. Those eyes wanted to say so much. They wanted to tell their story. All they had ever wanted was a companion who could help them let go of their tears. I was still staring at those brown eyes who fought back so bravely. And then, I looked down at my blue hands. Nerves swollen up and ready to come out. Nails shivering out of sheer harshness.

Those ten minutes of my life taught me so much! I stood there without uttering a single vowel from my mouth; without a movement. I had been thinking all this while of each and everyone who somewhere in my life had taught me some lesson. My first best friend who passed away at the age of 12 taught me that life moves on and you make other best friends. The first failure in my academics taught me that no matter what, you should never let peer pressure take over you. My break up with my bestest friend over a betrayal issue taught me not to trust girls blindly. The "hot talks" with some of my juniors taught me never to underestimate anyone.

And there I was, standing in the pink restroom of my school. Deathly silence all around me. I was missing my class. But I refused to go back. About thirty five minutes ago, two of my friends had talked about me being a fake who always cried to gain sympathy. I had not cried after that. They taught me that no matter how depressed you are, you have to learn let go of it! You have to dig happiness out of the mountain of sorrow. You have to keep improving yourself. All in all, you have to choose your life, ultimately!

So what's your choice? A life full of giggles and laughter or a life full of tears and misunderstandings?