White light

Picture a dark hall of a single bedroom flat in Kolkata lit only with the back light of a laptop and filled with trance music and a plasma ball dancing to its tune. Facing the laptop are two maroon-floral-print comfortable sofas where I sit with a friend from work. A couple of joints later we talk about life, happiness and contentment. I realize then that every one of us feels the same shit. It is just really the small difference that makes us apart. The source to that difference is innate to us. It is what you are. The first step is to be true to self, now that I think of it would also be the last step. Everything else will follow. But believe me it is not that easy.