Connection with self

A very famous quote:'Books are man's best friends!' A frequent reader must have experienced the reality of this quote. It is indeed magical as we get transferred into a different world, making imaginary friends, and forgetting entirely about our problems and the world where we reside in. 'No complaints, no demands!' I have heard my friend saying this to me when she was about to get immersed in Pride and Prejudice. I smiled at her comment and suddenly a thought hit me. Are we considering books as our best friends just because they are in our control? We can read them when we feel like and turn a blind eye when we don't want to? Is this possible with respect to human beings? Nah! You take someone's feelings for granted and then find yourself in the court of karma. You try to control someone's life and then suffer the anguish and frustration of the concerned person. These pressing thoughts make me to wonder more. Who is our best friend in true sense? Is it necessary to depend on someone or 'something' for our contentment? 

                          People and objects can give us happiness. But for how long? Family, friends and any object of the world will please,comfort and guide you for a certain period. But what after that? Won't you able to survive? Change is inevitable. It happens in every field of any human being's life. Accepting the change and moving on can only be done if you are in peace with yourself. Maintaining a harmonious and happy relationship with self must be the ultimate aim of each one's life. It's a very common topic. Most of the people know this. But most often one forgets and gets drenched in the agony that life carves for him. So why can't people become best friends of themselves? It definitely doesn't isolate the person from the reality but gives the strength to face the reality. It blesses one with more laughter and smiles, feelings which got lost in the glow of city lights. 

            As I search for happiness

            I look upon the dwindling world

            There is scarce of freshness

            When have we turned so self-

            centered?

  

            If change is inevitable

            Why don't we change ourselves?

            Connecting with self can turn us 

             liable

             To rewrite our fates once again!

             

              

How I found the treasure trove of happiness

I was told by my mom to clean the lower drawers of my cupboard. Laziness falling over me like an avalanche, I refused to do it. But her persistence won as usual. I opened the lowest drawer at once, followed by a loud groan. My drawer had modelled itself into a palace of dust and its condition implied that a serious headache is going to strike me for nearly an hour. Not finding any excuse to avoid the task, I started removing the objects from the drawer one by one. But the one hour passed in cleaning it was not a source of headache for me. It changed into a magical hour, filled with all my memorabilia. The younger me was smiling, laughing and talking animatedly in the photo album. It felt as if I were travelling through a time machine and was breathing like a third person in my past. No one could see me but I could see the cuter and chubbier version of myself. The dollswhich used to be my best friends started interacting with me all over again. The love and care I expressed to my dolls were sprouting in the deep rooms of my memory. The gifts I cherished many years ago weren’t in a good state, but still weren’t devoid of their charm. Why do people say that ‘old is gold?’ The diary, my very own secret diary which used to be my most treasured possession has still kept its heart open for me so I could fill it with all my desires and experiences once again. The untidy handwriting of mine has not yet faded, proudly standing in inappropriate sizes, because they are the symbol of my development.  The orange purse which I used to carry everywhere with me as if I were the queen of the world, still looks lively and vibrant, even though it retrieves a very low market value. The colourful bangles of mine,which I used to wear creates an urge in me to become a small girl again so that they could fit my wrists. Such beautiful, colourful and wonderful experiences made me feel nostalgic. How can I discard them, the objects which transmit the fragrance of my earlier days? I removed them all, cleaned them and placed them neatly and properly in my drawer. When I stole a final glance, my heart leaped with joy. Treasures are not those which are discovered deep under the sea or in some ancient palaces of kings. Treasures are those which treasure one’s memories of innocent days and tension free lives. I had finally discovered my treasure trove of happiness!