Reflection, I am happy...

One Day:

Busy..oh so busy..always!!! I have forgotten to relax she says and she has. Sad but that is the depressive truth. She came in front of me and said that she is finding difficulty in breathing for she does not know what mindfulness is all about. I look at her, this woman who has so much to offer but she is a mere shadow now engulfed between the demands of her life slowly killing the desires of her existence.

She starts with her monologue and I listen. Who am I to judge anyone for my task is to listen with a kind face. She explains the chemically enhanced state of mind, the pains surrounding the decisions she takes, the misinterpreted actions of hers, the desires not synchronizing with the reality of her survival and finally the incomprehensible thoughts complicating a simple life.

We talk about life in general then she tells me how she is living in the virtual reality. She says she enjoys but also worries that each passing moment is becoming a memory. She complains about the missed opportunities due to indecisive moments leading to irrational behaviours. She explains the altruistic motives but questions if those motives are in turn her narcissistic expressions.

I ask her to smile and reluctantly she does. I tell her she looks amazing with that smile and the question in her eyes is visible for I can tell that she does not believe a word I say. I ask her to list her plans and the mere narration of her wishes is incredible. I tell her to go out there and explore for the endless list is marvellous and again I get the blank response. One wish on her rainbow list caught my eye and I tell her to give it a try for that looks doable. This time the eyes gives me a hopeful response.

Yesterday:

I do not recognise her. She looks amazingly happy. Her face is glowing and there is this calmness about her which lacked on that “one day”. I ask her what happened? Did she fall in love all over again, did she win a lottery, did she find a better job? I am full of questions and all I get is a beautiful smile....but that smile says it all. She gives me her cell phone and I see the pictures....the pictures which tells a story about her life towards the path of Nirvana. Nirvana, I could tell does not have to be a grand design in the circle of life. Her pictures and that aura she carried at that point told me that Nirvana is awareness of one’s own existence!!! That bliss is not a planned process but a mindful step in the life we live in!

Mirror never lies and I finally believe !!!