SON LOOK THERE
I unintentionally looked back, forgetting for a second about the club sandwich I was eating while walking on the roadside. A small kid, who most definitely was weeping over something, suddenly stopped weeping and his facial expressions changed gradually 180 degrees from SAD mode to HAPPY one. In a matter of moments he was as happy as he was never SAD and his mother, who might have been trying for “ages” to make him smile, seemed relieved enough (well actually the way she hugged him told me that)It seemed as if the story ends here and “they lived happily ever after” wali situation ho gyi hai. Kid is happy. Mommy is satisfied. What else we need? This ELSE intrigues the real story…
It took me less than a second to realize that this story is not about the mom, not about kid. It is about that ELSE, the clown and about US. Kahani toh bohat puraani hai, itni puraani k jab se insaan ka wajood hai.
Clown made that kid smile and that’s it. what about clown? Is clown happy? Nobody wondered neither kid nor mommy. Why would they anyway? Clowns don’t weep. They are happy by default. At least their funny faces suggest that ….This is what it seems but behind that mask is the hidden story nobody would interest much.
Every clown has a story, untold and unheard…. and we are all clowns, aren’t we???
I smiled a hollow and moved on eating my club sandwich
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