This picture of a Willow tree was shot near Pahalgam, during my Kashmir holiday in December 2012.
When I look at this, I am reminded of the famous Whomping Willow.
For all those Muggles who are clueless about what this is, a Whomping willow is a magical plant which would attack anyone and anything that comes near its branches. You can find it in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry.
Some days are good. Some days are mediocre. Some days are so bad that you can’t wait for it to end, for a brand new day to begin. Accordingly, our mood varies with each day. Some days we long to talk to people and on some days we wish the world would let us in peace, and let us alone. Invariably, it is on those days that everyone wants something or the other to tell us. Of course.
It is on such occasions that I feel like a Whomping willow. When I’m in a bad mood and my temper is on the surface I tend to be a little edgy and snap at everyone who might just want to say an innocent hi. I’m pretty sure this phenomenon is not subjective. Anyone in a bad mood would be liked to be left alone. When unnecessarily interrupted let’s say one shouldn’t expect to have the most pleasant conversation of their life.
                                    
The problem is some people don’t understand this simple fact. If only people left them alone. There, I said it. Now is it that difficult? Or is it very tough to comprehend?  I understand people care about us and want to know what’s bothering us. But in the midst of all this, they should understand that it is best not to keep disturbing people who are cranky. We would eventually come around. But our impatient loved ones want to know everything then and there. And I’m talking of giving just a few minutes of privacy.
I’ve learnt to handle things pretty well now. Earlier I used to shout back at almost anyone in my vicinity and immediately apologize to them. Now I’ve learnt to shut up and keep calm for a few minutes before coming back to normalcy.  It takes every ounce of my will power to stay quiet, and even more when people are trying to bombard me with questions but I’ve mastered that art by now.
So, have you ever felt like you were a Whomping Willow?
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