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#01 - First Cup

I was standing nearby the window, I happened to hear voices from my neighbor, he lives upstairs. He is almost in his early 30's, working in a law firm. All the weekends, he spends time with his girlfriend, in his apartment. I have heard their laughs, jokes, fights,arguments,makeups, not to mention other things. But this time I never heard his voice, only her voice. She was speaking in a plain tone, no expression, no feeling. I don't know why he was not talking, but she was not stopping either. I tried to listen keenly for his voice, and there I heard his voice finally. He said "I get it, You are breaking up with me". I was shocked. He continued,"It is for the Good, but it is not happy". I could not stand there anymore, I went to the sofa and turned on the Television. My hands were flipping channels but my mind was in his words. "It is for the Good, but it is not happy"


Have we ever thought of asking to parents are elders when they say, it is for your own good, so better sacrifice it for the good.It is like happy things and good things never come together. Why aren't they coming together? Is it because they contradict each other always? All our life, we hear things like this, don't take arts take science, don't choose love choose settlement, don't spend time work always. Is it wrong to ask for both? Happiness and Goodness. When we start to put someone else speech in our ears, we start to loose the happy things. We will get a good life but not worth of living it happily. Is it okay to be with only good things that is not going to make you feel happy really?
What is the use of having a Limo while your heart would sway for a Bicycle ride?
Think with a cup of coffee, and take a sip of it.

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