The Last Resort.

Nine am. Friday morning. The day looks good. I'm walking toward office and it's drizzling, but not enough to make me open my red umbrella. The cell rings. It's my mother. Asking if I heard the news. I instantly thought for a moment that there was a disaster like a bomb-blast or trains had stopped or something like that (If it was something to do with the family, she would have just given the news). And she says "Nafisa Joseph died". And I was stunned. Not that I know her personally, but it was one of those things - you react with shock at unbelievable news. The TV channels say that she apparently committed suicide by hanging herself in her apartment. And I'm at a loss for words. It reiterates what we always knew - people are not what they seem. Behind smiling faces could lie a broken heart, shattered dreams, torn lives..... Who could have said that she was so depressed that she had to end her life? She hosted a successful show on telly, was actively involved with PETA, and did hundreds of things - during none of which she showed signs of being desperate enough to use the last resort. I liked her poise, the way she dressed and carried herself......

What must it be like to have nothing to look forward to? What must a person be going through to reach a point when there seems to be no option but to take your own life? I've felt like that sometimes, but I've always recovered from those blues, because there's always tomorrow. Perhaps it's not as easy for many others........

Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho....kya gam hai jisko chupa rahe ho......