Thank you, Miss Marple

This was happening to me for the last couple of weeks. I felt lost. I lost my zeal for work, I sat listlessly in front of my laptop, unable to concentrate. I could only manage to write one article in a day and that made me feel sorrier for myself. I could not meditate, I could not read books and even blogging also didn’t excite me. I was caught up in a maze of emotions which took me nowhere. Same thoughts kept running in my head and the chattering that took place inside my mind made me feel dizzy. No matter how much I tried I could not get away from those thoughts. They kept visiting me and tortured me day and night.
Each day started on a dismal note and days went on to become weeks and I felt like radar less ship thrown in a vortex of conflicting emotions.
Tuesdays seemed to be carbon copies of Mondays and I could not differentiate one Saturday from another one. All the days seemed to be same- boring with nothing to look forward to.
I tried to boost myself by talking to my friends but it didn’t help. I even downloaded motivational articles from the internet and read a couple of them. They were good but they failed to motivate me.
Yesterday, I was sitting in front of the laptop mustering courage to finish an article. I haplessly looked around to divert my miserable thoughts. Suddenly my eyes fail on a stack of cds on the lower shelf. I picked up a box and found a collection of Poirot and Miss Marple films.
I fished through them and decided to watch “4:50 From Paddington”. I had read the story before but remembered it very vaguely.
I sat down to view it and within minutes was engrossed in the film. I enjoyed it immensely as I always loved reading and viewing Miss Marple. The film kept me engaged for over two hours and the charm of Miss Marple with her common sense and excellent deduction powers entertained me thoroughly.
By the time I finished the film, it was late afternoon. I was late and proceeded to finish my routine work in a lighter mood.
I felt less burdened by my feelings and regained my composure.
Miss Marple did the trick and brought me back to my normal world. Like in the film she saved Crackenthorpe’s from a murderer, she saved me from my own murderous thoughts.
Thank you, Miss Marple, you managed to save me this time!