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Personal Jottings
By Sonika Rajkumari, New Delhi

I do not know how to start. I have never been so confused while writing like I m today. Whatever is running into my mind I am just writing it down. I know this is not the way to write something formally.

We often say “I am not lucky” or “I am happy.” What does lucky or unlucky mean? What are the criteria that decide someone is lucky or unlucky? Or are we lucky and content? Very confusing, even I am confused I know so you are. Nevertheless, if we look into others life personally then this confusion would go away within a second. I had visited a place and met a 29-year-old woman that made me think all this.

Since the day I came home from hostel, I didn’t go out from my home. So, the day before yesterday i.e. on 16th I had been to my brother’s friend house, she lives in Dwarka Sector 22, Delhi. As usually, that day also I was in happy happy mood. Her husband welcomed and took us to her bedroom. We sat near by her. My brother introduced me to her. She was cute like a child and her husband, very simple and kind hearted.

She was lying in her bed and had been surfing net in her laptop. She was looking perfectly normal with a smiley face and had brightness in her eyes. But something was wrong with her leg. Her leg was not matching with her body proportion. I figured out some problem might be there in her legs. In the whole conversation, I was sitting idle. I only heard stuffs like paper, pen card, doctors, show, IBN 7, NGO that was the part of their conversation with my brother. I was not getting anything. I didn’t know what was wrong with her.

We got out of her room. I saw her husband carried her on his lap and made her sit on wheel chair. In a whispering voice, I asked my brother about her, he just told me that there is a problem and will show me a video of her when we get home.

I saw her show, which appeared on IBN 7. After seeing that I just felt like - I wish, I could do something for her besides praying from the core of my heart. That made me think how pathetic it is when some problem that could be solved remains unsolved due to money problem.

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You must be thinking what I am actually trying to say; what I am trying to show in this article. After meeting her, I felt her pain she has been enduring for past many years. It made me think profoundly about life and the criteria of happiness and ‘being lucky’. People who suffer have different meaning of ‘being lucky or the happiest one’.

For some, happiness lies in possessing luxuries, for some it is enjoying and having fun; and for some it might be getting appreciation and attention from others. However, after seeing all this, what I think, the basic and universal happiness, I must say, lies in being and to see others healthy and normal.

Today is Lamboishing (Sunday)

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  1. We least value life until we go through suffering. We live but without any thankfulness to the God who gave this precious life to us. We human being long, desire, crave for so many wordly things but least value those precious things which are really valuable for life to be happy...
    An age old saying ' Health is wealth' though sounds cliche' but it is never realized until we got ill.
    When I read this article and saw the video, I was literally in tears.
    ' True Love' does exist.


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