Travelogue of Anger

Do you ever wonder what happens to anger when you are free of it? Where does it go? Does it just vanish?
So today I decided to interview 'anger'. Yes, the anger. The one that makes us temporary fiends. Now, when I asked anger about its schedule on an ordinary day, it launched into a long story. Anger tells me that no one ever bothered to ask about its day, its glad I did. It was more of a monologue than an interview. So without much ado, lets see what anger had to say.

'You ask me how my day was? Wow! Never got asked that. Anyway, since you want to hear my thoughts, I'll tell you. You see, I never get to say anything, considering that I have no shape, form or colour, everybody just ignores me Thanks that you asked. So, my usual day is generally all travelling. You won't believe the places I go!'
'Today my day began when an old man stubbed his toe on the bed post. He yelped for help, but there was no one. And that's when I came into him. He was a grumpy one, you see. The kind that takes me along everywhere he goes, and so I accompanied him to the nearest market where he went to buy groceries. We met a sweet, middle-aged woman on the counter. But there went grumpy, old man, shouting and complaining about the ever increasing prices and the horrible service of the lady on the counter. "Phew!", thought I, "I can leave this old body at last!" And then I flew into that sweet lady. Soon the sweetness turned to sourness. But she was too clever to show it to the customers. So, yet again I traveled with her to her tiny home. In there, this lady yelled out her frustration at her son. I was happy, you see. Kids are fun! The moment they start showing their frustration, they get scolded and then no one knows how these sneaky little things let it out. Sometimes I find myself into weak animals, thanks to these angry kids who went about pulling a poor dog's tail. Anyway, so as I waited to see this kid's creative way of letting me out, I noticed a tiny, quiet looking boy in the park where my container kid had taken me. As I had predicted, the tiny boy became my next victim. Yes, this container kid was a bully. As he boxed this little kid's ears, I flew into the tiny body of the boy. "Ooh, interesting.", I thought, "This one is the quiet kind." But I couldn't be more wrong. As soon as he reached home, he beat up his younger sister. Very young kids are not that interesting, you see. They just whine and cry and frustrate their parents, that's irritating to me too. Very predictable. "Of course, I'm going into the mother.", I thought, bored. But wait... what do I see? This one is making a drawing? Now I'm no more shapeless and colourless. I am a pink flower? Okay, that will not upset the parent much, or will it? I keep my fingers crossed, " I hope the mother gets upset.", I think. But what?! I see the mother smiling as she plants a kiss on her daughter's forehead. I know then that I will travel no more today. But my luck has other plans. " Take it to your school tomorrow, darling. I'm sure your teacher will put it up on the classroom board." Oh no! Just imagine me on the board of a kindergarten classroom. Oh what a bizarre sight it would be! Like a gargoyle with a cheery yellow hat. Ridiculous! Just imagine the sight. Me, who wears both the world wars as a badge of honour, on the colourful board of the classroom. So I dreaded it. I couldn't bear to think of my badges of honour glinting in the bright kindergaten classroom.....'

Here, I let anger blabber on its own, as I stifled my giggles. The sight of anger, on the wall of a kindergarten classroom, which I hope are painted in rainbow colours, with the said badges of honour. Hilarious! On a serious note, I learnt a lesson today. Use your anger productively and break the chain. It seems like anger has traveled a lot, let it not anymore. The little girl made a pink flower, what would you do? See ya'll, bye!