The discussion that is happening in this country about Sushant’s suicide is acceptable because in this country only the leaders, actors and cricketers get a place in most of the discussions and if there is a big incident, they don’t get much attention on the discussions of tea stalls, offices and colleges.I am talking about this because I heard the news of the suicide of two children in Uttarakhand and Uttar Pradesh only two-three days after the actor’s suicide and both of them discussed their family about Sushant’s death before their death. Depression can engulf anyone, then someone is in their teens, someone is in adult or someone is in their old age. I have hardly made any difference to the questions being raised by people about their suicide because I have gone through this phase.It is about those days when I started studying journalism. I was in my youth and fell in love with one of my classmates. I had started dreaming new and I was happy. There was a good understanding between us and it all lasted for two years. In the meantime, the girl’s mother decided her relationship elsewhere and perhaps she had no problem in choosing a life partner who has set her foot in business more than a student of journalism, looking at a dark future.I was then trying to establish myself in the field of journalism by staying in Delhi itself. On my part, I made all efforts to convince her and I wanted to do all this without hurting her. I could not sleep all night, only her face used to rotate in the brain. I forgot myself. Messaging it throughout the day, Waiting for her phone was just my job. I kept praying in front of her for four to five months. One day when I first saw her with her husband at ITO I sat on the road outside the metro with the idea of coming forward of DTC.Many times there were thoughts of jumping ahead of the metro. Crying in my room in the middle of the night, I made it from the bed sheet to the noose. In the midst of all this, I used to have the courage to think about my parents. I used to give up the idea of suicide thinking about what would happen to my parents after seeing my dead body. I used to remember my relatives and friends who love me with a certain attitude.This life is found once and human has not yet known what is the reality after death. Life is precious, every person born here to cherishes his dreams.I remember a winter morning in Bareilly a few years back when I saw a dead body hanging on the roadside. I still remember that he was wearing a sweater. Perhaps he was worried about his body, his health till the last moment. He may not have had any intention of committing suicide before and has taken this decision in a hurry.Today I am alive, My articles appear on various news portals. My articles are published in regional newspaper editorials. I am fulfilling my dreams. I read Gandhiji’s thoughts, I read how social and economic revolution came in this country because of the pen.My friendly people read my article and give me feedback on it. My journalism teachers are proud of me. I have little knowledge of science, I do not even know that I was surrounded by depression but today I am happy. Enjoying every moment of my life. I want to roam around the world and enjoy the beauty of this earth. Perhaps it was my mental strength that I came out of depression. I had never spoken to anyone about my situation, but I loved talking to my friends and family. It was only that I came out of depression. I had never spoken to anyone about my situation, but I loved talking to my friends and family.Even today many people have become unemployed during this corona period. Many people have been besieged by depression due to the lack of work. Children locked in the home are also under stress. The youth are worried about their future. But every problem is solvable, tomorrow it will be morning and tomorrow the birds will be chirping.In every shot of Virat, every Indian will celebrate and we will see Amitabhji’s Kaun Banega Crorepati sitting with his family.