Morning Blues

It was a blue morning in the grip of mourning and pain. In a dark room I was engrossed in some nostalgic thoughts, waiting for the light of happiness. Suddenly I saw shaft of light coming from the window; I opened it to see outside, the Morning Blues came out of the blue as a stroke of good fortune. I saw the outside world is itself engulfed in misery and grief, I’m not sole, lone on the street. I was at some earlier stage of a journey that delivered me to another life, into another way of being.

I realized my sorrow and suffering are frivolous in comparison to a doomed child who is bound to live without his family; a family that don’t even have shed to shelter in the wintry nights and heavy rain. I realized my agony and weakness are momentary in comparison to them who are dwarfed, disabled, and blind; inside the surrounded walls of my home I felt more secure and safe than the victims of natural disaster. These mysterious realizations will ever remain elusive. These thoughts instilled in me an intense light of hope in the darkness. I felt really fortunate to have rays of light which grew larger and larger, until the darkness appeared to slip behind.

I always used to think that unpleasant occurrence and experience in life can often make life seem insipid but, today I realized these invariable trivialities of life greet us all in some or the other way not to shatter or break us but to mend and evolve. I learnt to look at the situation in a more cheerful light. Therefore, my Morning Blues turned into Morning Hues.

~Sneha Singh