Bubble

A gloomy afternoon, I was pottering in a park. The park was abandoned quite a time and it was barren. I saw a little girl was blowing a bubble from a bottle. She tried arduously and eventually a big bubble was floating in the air (insouciantly). The bubble was filling with different color due to the refraction of the sunlight, even though there was only a bitty of it. It was beautiful. For that very moment, I saw my own image on the bubble, what surprised me was a smile appear on my gloomy face. I saw happiness and blessings in the bubble.

I was indulging myself in it until suddenly, the bubble burst out. I was left agape. “Where has all the happiness and wonderful color went?” I asked the little girl agitatedly. The little girl was shocked by my sudden doing. “Par… Pardon me…sir? I don’t see… see any happiness … or anything… It was… only a bubble…” she cried. Then she ran away. Leaving the bottle on the floor, the soap water in it was all spilt out. No more bubble for me! I grabbed the bottle up and tried to blow it myself but nothing came out. Alas! Who can blow another bubble with such wonderful color and filled with happiness in it for me? After a moment of meditating, I threw the bottle away and kept wondering in the barren park.