PHOTO FRAME

Alas! These attractive colonies and new construction represent that these constructors have been appointed by Lord Bramha to create the new world in a modern way. These builders have taken on the responsibility of creating a beautiful artificial world. Meera, my best friend, owns a beautiful flat with a huge colony in Ahmedabad, the capital of Gujarat. I visited her sweet home before a week. What a pleasant morning it was! Ahmedabad, the hub of industries, produces a huge amount of noise and chaos. On top of that, as a psychologist, I have to deal with the chaotic and disordered lives of people every day. But Meera’s balcony gave me that calmness that I always wanted to have. Fresh morning, dew drops on the green ground and leaves. Fog was playing its rigorous role to blur the view of the colony, which was allowing nature to be the show’s topper. Those marvelous blurred flats and determined smoky nature were adding extra sweetness to my coffee. Meera’s amazingly decorated house and balcony represent that she has taken the responsibilities of Vishvakarma on her shoulders. She knows, as an interior designer, how to bring heaven to earth with her decorations. Meera’s house owns more than a hundred photo frames of all sizes. I could see seven beautiful photo frames with amazing nature photos fixed to them. Photo frames of Meera’s balcony helped to build the castles in the air. The photo frames took me to a beach, a hill station, and the Snow Mountains. Incredible feelings! I also found a lover there in the form of a big tree standing with determination and peeping into Meera’s house. I and the tree kept on staring at each other for almost an hour, as if it were being naughty with me as my lover. A big flat, a big compound, but no one was around to pay the loans on those flats. People can’t stay in the flats and enjoy the amenities provided by the builders. They are supposed to step out of those flats for the whole day to spend nights in them. After delicious coffee, I headed to my clinic. After a week, I got a call from Meera. She was crying on the call and dictated to me the entire story of Rakesh, her husband. It was a Sunday morning, and it was Meera’s anniversary. Rakesh was sleeping, and Seema was gazing at all the photos, lost in the memories from the engagement to the honeymoon. It was difficult to bet on Meera’s passion for photo phrasing. She was spreading her eyes from each corner to another as she had 45 photo frames hung on the wall of a living room. One of them was just purchased a day ago and was hung with a nail rather than a hook. A gust of wind broke through the door, and the frame fell down and broke into pieces. Rakesh woke up and revealed his anger on photo frames as always. As per him, Seema was wasting time and money on photo frames. They always used to fall out on the same matter. For the first time, Meera cried on the phone and revealed Rakesh’s mental status. She repeated the words that were used by Rakesh during the fight. Rakesh: ‘You bullshit! You are wasting money on photophrasing; I can’t understand you are an educated woman and wasting your money and time on it.’ Meera: ‘I am creating memories; you spend your entire day in the office, and I spend my time decorating the house as I am an interior designer.’ Rakesh: ‘Decoration with 100 photo phrames?’ Meera: ‘What’s wrong with that? I am an interior designer; I can have my choice.’ Rakesh: ‘One day, I will burn all these photophrames.’ Meera: ‘Why do you always talk about burning things? You have done it many times; you burned all your files and documents last month, which cost you a handsome amount. Last week, you burned your clothes when you had a fight with your best friend, and yesterday, you were burning the garbage at the backside of the colony, and you also looked upset. What’s the problem?’ Rakesh: ‘When I burn something, I get satisfaction.’ As a psychologist, I could decipher and was shocked to hear Meera’s words about her husband. I didn’t get worried about the petty fights between husband and wife, but I figured out that Rakesh was suffering from pyromania. I got a lump in my throat to share that with Meera, but I didn’t hide anything and discussed Pyromania with Meera. She was also shocked to learn that her husband was suffering from a psychological disease. I gave Meera explanations about cognitive behavioral therapy, aversion therapy, and antiepileptic medications. Meera followed the guidance of her friend. At the initial stage, it was difficult, but his behavior was found to be under control after a few medications and some therapies. All of a sudden, one day Rakesh was humiliated badly by his boss in front of everyone, and his feathers were ruffled. His blood was up when he returned home. Meera was trying to cool him down by serving chilled water and yummy food. He closed his eyes and became calm for a while. When he opened his eyes and looked up, his red eyes with anger stroked with a few photo frames hung on the wall of his bedroom and again started, ‘I don’t want these photo frames, and I will burn all these one day.’ Meera explained,'sometimes, 'the most hated things can be the most useful things in life.’ He just ignored her and slept without finishing his food. On the same day, at 2:00 p.m., Rakesh woke up and removed all photo frames from the wall with anger, went down and set the fire on behind the big tree in the colony, and started burning the photo frames to get satisfaction from all kinds of frustration. The entire colony came out to see it and tried to blow out the fire. People were busy blowing off the fire when suddenly the noise plunged into everyone’s ear. All started staring at one another; their facial expressions were asking questions to one another about the noise and the atmosphere. When they looked back, they saw the huge building of nine floors shaking. People started shouting; in a blink of an eye, the building collapsed and plunged into the earth. Now there was a ground with broken pieces of the building on it. Now, the amazing garden of the colony would require a cartage instead of a string trimmer. It was a terrible earthquake. The photo frame couldn’t save the belongings and dreams of people, but it saved the precious lives of all people. All the families in the building were on the ground, except for two or three. Rakesh couldn’t stop his tears rolling down his eyes and learned a big lesson about life. That earthquake turned out to be a live treatment for him. Rakesh burst into tears while collecting the remaining photo frames from the ground and setting them back in the cardboard.