Way Of My Acceptance...

12:30 PM I locked my system by just hitting two buttons simultaneously and stood up with empty stomach and heavy heart. Life was apparent as of no use, useless discussions, hopeless talks, and aimless days. Eyes were crawling for the death of last hope….it seems like nothing had left behind, only a barren land with stains of tears can be spotted from place to place. When the string of broken awful relation and love appears in front of eyes then only heart wished for the blindness.

The thoughts were running hard down like a tempest, my feet were running inversely proportional to that storm and without knowing, I had escorted myself from the building to the food court. I directly went to one of the several queues without taking glance of any menu, bought a lunch coupon and joined another queue for taking the lunch. Mind was fetching the whole concentration deep onto the broken feelings of life but somehow I managed to take that attention away from the heart and scatter it in the outside world. Now the eyes were looking at the all known faces around the food court, which were eccentric to me however, eyes were not resting on any particular face.

All beautiful faces out there were having all expressions.

Suddenly I caught a face that was looking sad a moment before, now it blossomed like a fresh rose and that was the touch of the advent of someone special for whom she was waiting so desperately with two plates of fried rice. Now that someone special slowly sneaked one chocolate into her hand to bribe her for the acceptance of his delay in appearance but she refused mischievously and then accepted suddenly with a naughty smile and this made that someone special to feel more special in this world.

Few yards away a middle age man was sitting alone with open lunch box and I was sure that it was cooked and packed by his wife because of the fondness that was appeared in his eyes when he opened it. Soon the people for whom he was waiting down with open Lunchbox joined that man and most were having lunchbox in their hands.

At the far end, there were two tables. Both were appearing deserted but they were not. Those tables were occupied by one guy and one girl respectively. Both were sitting alone on their own tables, there were no one to share the loneliness of their life and table both. The plates of food were waiting the table and spoons were entangled somewhere between the fingers and their faces were in dilemma of something which perhaps they didn’t even know. Only the loneliness was keeping their company.

Somewhere in the middle of the food court, few tables were joined together and a group of comparatively young faces were sitting and enjoying Pizza, Chinese, etc. Few were couples and few were stags however all were friends. Sound of loud laugh and teasing appearing from there and making me remember the similar days of mine. Freshness of smile on their faces and the gentle roughness in their talk, forcing many ears to turned down in their direction.
Meanwhile I caught a bunch of people standing in front of Menu boards and talking over the dishes, which were displayed there. Few couples were also there and most couples were not reaching the decision what to take for lunch, there were conflicts in the eating habits. Few just agreed without much tussle and few simply agreed to their companion’s choice without any question.
One housekeeping guy was mopping was floor where someone had poured the curry unknowingly and simultaneously few people walked up through the same place and by seeing this the housekeeping guy’s lips started fluttering but no sound appeared and he again started mopping the left over signs of shoes on the floor.
Finally I was ready with my plate of lunch and again looked around the food court was full. While holding my plate in both hands I started looking for the place to sit and finally I got one table where a middle age person was sitting alone and having his lunch in solace. I asked him, “Can I sit here?” He welcomed me with smile, “Yeah sure.” And I sat there on one chair out of three empty ones.

Now I looked at the queue in which I was standing for the lunch few seconds before and tried to look at me from the perspective wherein I was looking at everyone few moments before. This moment I realized that I was no different from the crowd I was part of it. My feelings, my emotions, my pain is no different from anyone in this world. There was no need to think this much about the pain I was suffering from. Everyone out there was having pain of some kind. Nothing was so big that I couldn’t bear up. Everyone was coping with their good and bad with their own why, some by accepting, some by compromising, some by adjusting, some by talking to themselves, some by surrendering, and some by winning over. So why can’t I stop my fighting with myself and looking out for the peace the way others seeking, maybe I would get it.
Suddenly the middle age person sitting in front of me said, “You are right…All things in this world are same the only difference you can experience is the way you feel it or we can say, the way you want to feel it.” I replied with amazement, “What?”
He replied, “I am done with mine…are you?” and left the table without any further word, I was seeing him walking down, and suddenly he disappeared in the crowd of common feelings.

Everything is common, nothing odd exists, and the only odd is the way of your acceptance in this world.