What does a bad day in your life consist of? Is it the day when your boss finally gets hold of you, or when your girlfriend fights over everything under the sky? Is it the day you miss your home, or when your bike gets punctured leaving you stranded in the middle of a road?
I want to tell you about one such bad day of my life. I clearly remember that I had a night shift and I hate night shifts, so that’s how my bad day started. When I left my apartment at about 9 pm, the weather, which was just waiting for me to leave home, made it start pouring heavily. I was caught totally unawares and within seconds I was completely soaked and was shivering. Nevertheless, I continued on my way and after reaching halfway, my bike went kaput in the rain. I somehow managed to reach my plant and spent the whole night shivering. For the entire night I was missing my home, the tea that my mother makes, and the comfort of my bed. I kept thinking about all the people who must be cozy and warm in their beds near their loved ones. I considered myself in the most painful situation anyone could be.
That night passed. After a few days, a friend called me informing me about the death of a common friend’s father. I had known that his father was keeping ill but I didn’t know that he had been on ventilator in a state of coma with no chance of recovery. Then my friend told me about the day this gentleman died. It was the same day when I was stuck in the rain, telling myself that nobody could be in more pain than me. When I was struggling with my wet shoes, my friend was making the decision about pulling the plug on his father.
Every other place seems dark when you are at a bright place.
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