The Little Girl.
One day I rushed out of my college gate in a fit of rage. I had a big fight with my boyfriend and my best friend. That day seemed like I have lost everything in my life. It felt as if this day would remain like a scar in my life, forever. I started thinking over about everything that had happened during the day.
I blamed my boyfriend for not having paid any attention to my views on a project that we were doing together, as it seemed really silly to him and I was mad at my best friend because even she did not agree with me. When I got home my mother had prepared a delicious meal for me but as I was upset I did not eat anything and slept off. My mother woke me up and said, “I prepared this meal only for you because you always demand to eat something good whenever you come home, and today when I actually made something good for you , you did not even care to take a look at the food and chose to sleep!”. That moment, something got into me and I got angry and drove my mother mad. Both of us started shouting and arguing. To end that, I just ran out of my house, which made my mother feel more terrible and she remained standing astonished watching me go out of the house.
When I started walking down the lane I thought to myself how bad people are, in my life. I sat on a bench near a park and started crying.
I thought of the most terrible things that could happen to me and I cursed everyone and I cursed myself too. I was so angry that I ended up crying a bit too loudly as I knew no one was around, to listen to me.
Suddenly a small girl, maybe of 7 or 8 years old, came up to me riding her bicycle and asked me why I was crying. I told her that I was in no mood to discuss this and that she should not tell this to anyone and must go away and not bother me again.
She smiled and said, “Ok didi, I am sorry”, and then she went and picked a small white flower from her bicycle basket and gave it to me and said, “Didi take this flower and please don’t cry. Everything is going to be fine. My mother hugs me whenever I cry and says that everything’s going to be fine”. So she hugged me and said the same line as her mother and I, on the other hand, moved by this gesture, held her tight for about 5 minutes and cried like a baby, and ended up telling her everything that had happened , which I am sure she understood very little! Then she patted my back, held my hand and smiled. She said, “Didi ro mat, sab thik ho jayega! Aap mere ghar chalo, mummy Maggie banane wali hai. Maza ayega!” I burst out laughing and kissed her and said “It’s too late. You must go home. I will come some other day.” Then we both went back home. I went and hugged my mother and said “Everything’s going to be alright, sab kuch thik hoga, Maa”.
My mother was perplexed, as to why I as behaving so nicely. But then, she smiled and brought me food that she had prepared. While I sat there, eating my favorite delicacies, I thought to myself that I was so foolish, to cry over little things and this girl comes to me and teaches me a lesson, to never feel low if something doesn’t happen the way you want it to be, to never overreact or say something bad, when angry or hurt someone. I also realized, that it is pointless to argue with people who do not value your views. In that way, you end up hurting yourself all the more. Lastly, if anything ever goes wrong in your life, you must hug yourself and say, “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine”, and also keep smiling!! That day, that little girl came like an Angel, when I needed someone to console me. She made that day unforgettable.
Moral of the story When angry, never overreact or say something in a fit of rage. Never hurt someone with your words, choose them wisely. Never cry for the things that do not happen in your own way, because everything cannot happen the way you want it to be. Never argue with people who do not value your thoughts. Last, but not the least, smile at your difficulties, and say to yourself, these magical words,“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine”.
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