I was waiting for my delivery from an online grocer. But alas! Few of my fav items were
missing! I was very angry.
I vent my anger on the unsuspecting delivery boy.
The watchman tried to help me with my bags. In my foul mood I hurled a few nasty
comments at him, recalling an unrelated past incident.
Sat quietly with a foul mood and unwilling for my office e-meetings. When I did join in I was
a passive participant. Had plans to watch Big B’s new movie. Put that off too.
1 by 1, unbeknownst to me, I was piling on micro-anxieties. Some outside my control. Others
my own. The day was bad. I couldn’t even sleep over it.
I started cursing life for handing me a raw deal. The lockdown. The economy. The pandemic.
The universe was pushing me down a rabbit hole.
Frustrated I turned on some music. Those zestful Kishorda numbers started playing. I wafted
into a zone of peace.
We slip into zones of anxieties. Mostly triggered by things outside our control.
Micro-anxieties pile up one over other & form a chain. We all have different ways to break
this chain. Some talk to friends. Others indulge in family activity
Breaking this chain is vital. Earlier the better. Accepting the uncontrollable is perhaps a
What say, some Kishorda melodies?
(All views expressed here are the views of the essayist and does not represent the
official standpoints of any organisation the essayist is associated with)