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A level of satisfaction we fail to attain.

Episodes when you observe, part 1

Susan came to her house and complained,
' My friends noticed that I was wearing the same jeans. Do you even realise how embarrassing that was. This time I somehow managed an excuse but trust me I do not want a next time. You better understand'
She stomped into her room. Her mother managed to hear her murmur 'pathetic' as she shut the door.
They exchanged glances. A long sigh..

Why are we like this? Have we forgotten to appreciate the things around us. Or is it really difficult for us to manage with the " just sufficients"

While returning from a journey in a train I noticed something. Luckily my eyes were "wide open" this time. For there is so much happening every moment. Okay so what I saw was a not-so-newly-wed couple, sitting beside me smiling at each other. Apparently they just bought 2  twenty rupees toys upon the fascination it brought to the wife due to its light emitting property. They really enjoyed the toy and spent some "quality" time with each other.
What I found interesting in this is the fact that a small light emitting toy can bring so much joy to two people aged late 30s sitting in a non-ac compartment wearing not-so-fancy clothes while wearing same jeans to a particular meet up with friends brought so much worry to a  Susan living in a well constructed centralised air conditioning flat in New york.
Maybe this is what they call, diversity. Maybe this is what creates all the differences.

Shreeraksha Naik.

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