cheerio.

This is a future predicament:


You will be lying in one corner.Fatigued like never before.You will be gagged with the pollution fumes outside the window, and the hopelessness inside.You will be thinking about the trillion little ways how life shows you the middle finger.Your nerves will be racking with the sheer frustration caused by the unfairness around.

It is then, my friends that you'll need to close your eyes and start seeing these various colorful images.Six pairs of feet fooling around in a pool of dirty Ganges water. Six watchful eyes staring at you, all smiles. They're so sure.Almost like as if they have the world entrapped within their fists. Two people, their cheeks smeared with pastry-cream.The cake itself, resplendent in glory. The glittery green tree on the cake. All of them wary of the people around them. People with too much of happiness. Too much of surety and assuredness. Almost like as if, the happiness is only and only because of the people surrounding them.Seven people, standing on the green bridge.Six people, posing and pruning in the middle of the street. The lollipops in their hands no less proud than gold trophies. Seven people, conjoined with happiness. All mere snapshots. They'll make you think. Think of the stark contrast between the happiness of something still and something full of life which refuses to exist. You will look at yourself in the mirror.You will look at the photographs.And then my friends, you will smile a little. Thinking of the times bygone and, hopefully, the times that are about to come.