Went to the hospital, a couple of weeks ago. Why? The same old problem - my backache! My back had been giving me trouble again since the past few weeks. It had been difficult to move around and to be able to sit with ease. So i had decided to visit the doctor. I had met him the previous week and he had asked me to come back the following week. However, due to the pressure at work I was unable to do so. So I met him the next Saturday, that is as and when I got the time. So there I was, at the Apollo clinic at Vasant Kunj, in the lobby, waiting for the doctor. And I saw this family.
A father, a mother and a young girl. It appeared that the mother had come to collect some reports for some tests that she might have undergone earlier. The mother called out the little girl's name, trying to keep a watch on her. Malvika she said, as the girl wandered around in the lobby. She was carefree, just like any other kid would be. She tip toed, in and out of rooms where she obviously shouldn't have been going. She was this little person, so full of life. Despite the fact that her parents look worried after studying the reports she was just busy being herself, a kid! She would smile, look at her dad and ask, "Papa, what happenend to Mumma?" Papa didn't say much and dismissed her question by diverting her attention to a little toy. She then ran across the lobby, hopped onto one chair, then ran towards the other, sat there for a while and then moved on to the next one. She was like a doll who was totally unperturbed by what was happening around her, unlike me who seemed to have been caught up in their actions. Within a couple of minutes her father lifted her up in his arms and exited the lobby of the Apollo clinic.
A father, a mother and a young girl. It appeared that the mother had come to collect some reports for some tests that she might have undergone earlier. The mother called out the little girl's name, trying to keep a watch on her. Malvika she said, as the girl wandered around in the lobby. She was carefree, just like any other kid would be. She tip toed, in and out of rooms where she obviously shouldn't have been going. She was this little person, so full of life. Despite the fact that her parents look worried after studying the reports she was just busy being herself, a kid! She would smile, look at her dad and ask, "Papa, what happenend to Mumma?" Papa didn't say much and dismissed her question by diverting her attention to a little toy. She then ran across the lobby, hopped onto one chair, then ran towards the other, sat there for a while and then moved on to the next one. She was like a doll who was totally unperturbed by what was happening around her, unlike me who seemed to have been caught up in their actions. Within a couple of minutes her father lifted her up in his arms and exited the lobby of the Apollo clinic.
I love watching people when they are doing their regular things. It gives me an insight into their lives. They are regular people with their regular problems. It just feels good to be able to relate to them once in a while. When I am feeling low and I see people who are happy around me, it instantly puts a smile on my face. Try it, it works!
