Pathos for sale

Her mother noticed. Her arrival was not as refreshing as the case of yesterday, day before yesterday and everyday. She was lost. Her eyes full of grief. Face expressions like a hanging board with an expression “pathos for sale.” She threw her bag like a warrior fully shattered after a defeat. Nothing was there in her life in this life and she sat slowly like a body from which the soul departed slowly. Her mother was observing all around her expressions and physical moves. She came with a cup of hot coffee towards her and placed her hand over her shoulder to ask the reason for all this which she saw. Silence everywhere. Mother’s face worried and silent in fear of any burst whereas she silent due to something on which she was thinking all and all in the passed moments. At last with some sheer force, her mother asked, “silence: why??” with the echo’s of these words, a drop of tear blessed the face of her daughter and she closed her eyes with some questions in her heart.

            “Why the society is not balanced at all? Why people are so cruel? No care, no fear and no shame, why? We are living in a society where there is no honesty, faith in one another, helping souls, care for each other but only materialism, hypocrisy, meanness, and opportunists. We are living our lives like dead souls. No emotions but taking advantage from feelings of others.” Her thoughts were now no her lips and her mother worried for the reason behind it. Battle of thoughts between daughter and mother. One pessimistic for the society and the other, optimistic for her daughter’s safety both physically and spiritually. She further elaborated with her grieved words to her mother in the form of questions that why we are not satisfied at all with what we are blessed. What’s the reason of our dissatisfaction in the things, which are gifted to us by God? Roof, piece of cloth and bread all do we have with its extreme forms still we ask for more in the shades of our greed.

            The coffee is now chilled in the smokes of shattered feelings but still she drank it and her mother was all surprised with open mouth over the act of her daughter. A girl who never touched things, which she never liked. Chilled coffee and stuffs, which she hated in food items. But today she behaved weirdly. Suddenly after much sobbing and tears she promised her mother that she would never repeat all those insane things which she were doing in the past. Her mother asked the reason and she answered, “today I saw an old lady with a piece of two days old bread in her pocket and she was satisfied.” Her mother got relaxed as the answer explained every thing.