The Pursuit of Happiness
“It’s a long story” she blushed. The group reluctantly egged her on because that was protocol. “Ok then, if you insist!” A few groans that should’ve been stifled, weren’t, and audibly hung around the congregation like a bunch of irritating mosquitoes.
“Well, as I was saying, I met him and fell in love with him. But you see things didn’t sit well with…..”
“…But anyway, it all worked out in the end and we were married that November in a low-key ceremony in the local court. Mostly because our parents just couldn’t be arsed to pay for another elaborate ceremony. We moved into a cozy house and settled down. Things were good for a while but a year into our marriage he started spending more time alone. The last thing I needed was more trouble between us so I asked him what was the matter. He said I talked too much and was histrionic. My voice was beginning to grate his nerves to powder and I needed something to take the edge off. That’s when he pushed a glass towards me. It contained scotch. He said it would calm me down.
I took a sip and it felt like angels had descended with heaters to warm the cockles of my heart. Suddenly real life didn’t matter anymore. I was happy. So happy. Then I decided to please him and be happy most of the day. He’d get up and I’d be happy. He’d ask for his tea but I’d be too happy to fetch it for him. He’d want to go for a walk and I’d totter along happily, which made him quite unhappy. It got to a point where he threw away all the bottles and even went all Darjeeling on me. Unbelievable!
I started sneaking out to get some more happy-juice. He used to return home puzzled at my unabated happiness. Then he realized what was going on and enrolled both of us immediately.
So…..here we are!”
The group stared at her, then at each other and so on. Eventually someone deemed it was appropriate to signal some form of approval, if only to stem any further cathartic tides, and clapped. After all, everyone had their own sob story too. And theirs was more important.
The group disbanded for the evening and solemnly head out the door. The coordinator caught the man and woman just in time before they disappeared into the night.
“Listen, I’m so proud both of you joined and actually turned up for the session. Please keep this going, I assure you Alcoholics Anonymous is here to help.”
So much water under the bridge. After everything they had been through, dealing with challenges was a way of life. The key to doing it was together. Devdas turned to Paro and smiled. For once, there was hope, peace and much happiness. Without the happy-juice.