Change!!

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Yet another Monday! Yuckkkksss!! I don’t remember since when I have started hating Mondays, but I know very well that I can never like it. Never. Every time the sun smiles on Monday morning, I could hear it mock at me and say “Hei loser, Congratulations! You have successfully completed yet another week of failure. Hope you enjoy the disgusting week ahead.” Holy crap. Yes, I am a loser and losers do not have an option in life. They just rely on whatever falls their way and dreaming is a sin to them.

I always aspired to be a journalist. Writing was my passion. My dream. People used to say I will make a brilliant writer one day. They loved my stories & articles. I loved observing people around and weave my own stories from their lives. They used to say my words have the power to bring life even in stones. And so foolish of me to believe them. It was their flattery compliments that showed me the stupid dream. I wanted to write and let the whole world know what I have to say. I wanted to pursue Mass Media.

But, as destiny had already painted my disgraceful future, here I am today, standing at the wrong place, waiting to board a wrong bus, and get dumped to a wrong destination where I would sit and code $*** for peanuts in a toilet-spaced 3X3 cubicle, with a tag hanging around my neck. No different to the one around my dogs Alex and Maxee. What a deplorable life! Applause please! Saying so to myself I kicked a tiny invisible pebble on the ground, both the hands cuffed tightly inside the pocket.

“Click”

Excuse me?– I said looking at the old lady, probably in her 50s, with a professional camera in hand whose click brought me out of the trance . She was in a red Tee that said “Life just got more colorful” and blue jeans.

I am sorry son, but couldn’t wait to get your permission to click. Your expression was classic and resembled the perfect persona of a “Frustrated Youth”. Hope you don’t mind it.

It’s ok.

Would you like to have a look at it?

Sure.
It has come so good. Are you a photographer?

Yes. –She said beaming with pride and her eyes twinkling with happiness.
And today is my 1st day at work.

1st day? – I asked looking at her in shock.

Yes my child. It has been a long wait, but, hmmm  no regrets.
Going to office?

Yes.

You don’t like to talk much?

Hmm nothing like that…..– I said slightly curving my lips.

Everything ok?

Yeah….. It’s fine. Can I see your camera?– I said changing the topic.

Oh Sure.

Lovely clicks. You like to capture emotions, don’t you?

Yup. I like to observe people and read their faces. – She winked and gave me an understanding look.

So, where are you joining today?

I have got an opportunity to click for “Youth of India” magazine.

Oh Congrats.
And…. where did you work before?

Well, this is my first job.-She said turning to me with a smile.

First job at this age? Any issues? Financial or something?

Oh no no. My husband is a VP in a MNC. I have a wonderful family. My only son is a Manager.

Oh woww…. Then, why do you need to go for work?

Well son, it’s not about job. It’s about photography. I always wanted to be a professional photographer, click for people. But being a girl my family wasn’t supportive enough and they got me married just after I completed my degree. Then family, husband, relationships, kids, responsibilities. You know, there was never any time to think about my own desires and thus the passion for photography has to cocoon itself to the four walls of my home.
But today, I have all the time in the world. I don’t need to worry for anything. And above all, now I can live the life I always wished.
Finally I am going to live my passion.– She said giving a smile that only years of experience can bring.
Oh, I didn’t even realize how time went. It was nice meeting you. And thanks for the click.

She waved her hands and moved ahead before I could even ask her name. Even at fifty plus she was beaming with happiness and moved almost taking 2 steps at a time. She seemed to be almost flying with happiness.

My bus arrived and as I boarded the bus, I had a smile on my face and hope in my eyes, to live my passion one day. I looked in the direction where she went, but she was lost in the crowd. I don’t know if I will ever meet her again, but I will always be thankful to her.

I think, from now I love Mondays.

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