Last night my uncle was showing this whatsapp video he’d received some time back. It wasn’t a video actually, more of a slide show of wallpapers with a guy’s voice playing in the background. Now, it wasn’t the pictures, but what the guy was saying that caught my attention. It was a story -if you can call it one. I’ll try to translate it here, as the original one was in Hindi:
Once there was this guy who had a weird dream. In his dream, he saw Khushi (happiness personified as a girl), who told him that she’d be visiting him soon.
The guy was very excited and from the next day onwards, he started preparing for when Khushi would visit him. He was busy with the preparations when he heard a knock at the door. Delighted, he ran to the door, thinking it to be Khushi. As he opened the door, indeed it was her, but much younger (or rather, smaller, if you consider the metaphor) than what he’d anticipated.
Disappointed, he said, “Why are you here? I was waiting for the elder (or bigger) one.”
And slammed the door shut in her face. Soon he got busy with his preparations again and it wasn’t long before there was another knock at the door. Doubtful this time, the man enquired, “Who is it?” and the reply was, “It’s me again, Khushi!” The man said, “Oh the younger one again! Why don’t you just leave? I said I’m waiting for the elder one!” Khushi grew quiet.
A few days later, the man had painted and redecorated his house, employed the best cooks to cook delicious dishes and made elaborate arrangements for the welcome. Again, there was a knock at the door and the man asked who it was, receiving the same reply from the younger Khushi. He got irritated this time and thought it best not to respond, as he resumed with his preparations. She called from outside, “Alright, I’ll just wait right here!” And so she did, patiently waiting, before calling out one last time. Agitated, the man almost screamed at her his time, “Why are you being so persistent? Just leave me alone!” Sadly, she left the place.
Days and months passed but the elder Khushi never turned up. The man kept waiting and waiting, as the paints on the walls slowly faded.
Years passed and the man lost all hopes of meeting Khushi, turning gloomier by the day. After a very long time, one night he again dreamt of the elder Khushi and he asked her, “Why didn’t you come? I made all the arrangements and kept waiting for you for so long!”
She replied, “But I came, many-a-times! Only you never let me in! Though I was younger at that time. But soon I found someone else, who welcomed me with open arms and see how I’ve grown with his love and affection!”
It is true that while looking for the bigger things in life, we often ignore the smaller, simpler ones. But it is these tiny little ‘Khushi’s that may seem insignificant at the moment, which later pave way for the larger happiness, and make life worth living! 🙂