A beautiful scene … and the spoiler ...

Imagine a house … a small cottage in the middle of the country side … like the one you see in dreams or in Yash Chopra movies (typically in Switzerland)

Greenery all around … bright sunshine … beautiful flowers creating a riot of colors …  a soothing sight … a mind refreshing fragrance ...

The cottage located on the banks of a small lake … Birds chirping all around … the soft sound of water flowing ... music to your ears …

A perfect place to be … a perfect moment to savour … a perfect tranquil life J

 
Then comes the spoiler…
Suddenly ... dark clouds loom over the horizon and before you realize, they cast a shadow over this peaceful tranquil dream. You move indoors. Inside the house is still darker. You realize there is no electricity. There is darkness outside and it's the same inside.
It seems as if the light has been sucked out of your life. You remember the Demons of Azkaban from the Harry Potter tales ... the Dementors ... who suck out hope, happiness, joy out of one's soul.
You get the same sinking feeling as you sink in your sofa. You feel the gloom and 'blackness' all around as well as inside.

 

Does the above scene sound graphically melodramatic … straight out of the movies ... !!

 

Now imagine the scene as your life and the house as your heart …

Now does this scene make some 'real' sense?

Have you ever experienced such times in life when the dark clouds loom … and seemingly refuse to part ways to let the sunshine in …

If not … You are real lucky and I personally wish you never experience such a thing.

If yes … well .. I don't think I have anything more to say !

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