"It was a December evening in Delhi. That particular evening was nerve pinching cold and I was walking complaining in my own head about the weather", said my teacher as he narrated a story from his past that left him altered. He saw a young boy and a girl, both about six or seven years old, across the street. The siblings were in bare minimum clothes, shivering and hungry. They were asking the passers-by for some food. My teacher who was eating a sandwich handed the other half to the girl who asked him to lend some food. She took it and immediately ran to her brother fed him a bite and took one for herself. Alternating each bite, they both shared the little food they had for them. That food was clearly not enough but was ample. They both were laughing, cheering and happy.
Two things my teacher observed, he said, and it left him touched. "One, despite their hardships, perhaps greater than mine and for their little age, there was a sense of contentedness. And two, they both had a genuine sense of comfort and ease within". He continued further to say, "often, we complain about the trivial things in life, and yet to be at ease and comfortable is an internal choice".
Often, we complain about the trivial things in life, and yet to be at ease and comfortable is an internal choice.
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