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The Real Drain

On many occasions, my thoughts start wandering and I end up feeling completely drained.

This is happened over a lovely long weekend when my thoughts began drifting towards workload, pay scale, traffic jams, public transport, household expenses, and even the Ladki Beheni Yojana.

These thoughts made me feel disappointed. So, I smartly redirected them to school fees, vacation expenses, dining bills, and the never-ending shopping sprints. Well, this didn’t help either, in fact it made me feel helpless.

Generally, at peak of my helplessness, frustration, exhaustion my higher-self intervenes, guiding me through, with some easy tricks. This time, it nudged me toward binge-watching a thriller web series. Now, here I am lying on my sofa, watching one episode after another, spending hours in front of the TV. And still, I have no control over my thoughts… off they go wandering again.

Exploring a new path that leads to life insurance, medical bills, and the ever-increasing coconut prices. I even find myself wondering whether the Ladki Beheni monthly ₹1500 really helps.

The data of expenses, the evaluation of facilities, the summation of needs and wants, lifestyle to life expectancy, I calculated it all and the final outcome is – ‘it’s a loss’.

I realise that for most of us, the real drain comes from three facts that have a great impact – government policies, our society and most importantly our own identity. Supportive policies, understanding society and ‘being me’ is what all we want.

By now, I had used my brain to its optimum capacity, leading to an emergency shutdown. Before I knew I was fast asleep —without even finding out who was behind all the killings.

After a surprisingly good night’s sleep, I wake up refreshed on a Monday morning. The day unfolded, I slip back into a traffic jam once again… and maybe, just maybe, my thoughts will fall back into the real drain where all my worries seem to gather—again and again.

 

 

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