The clock showed the time to be 2 at night,the stillness of the dark,the stars at a distance,the sleepy eyes of people increased the silence of the night.I lay awake pondering about the things that happened that day.Every night I retire to bed tired after the day's turmoil.The cruelest part of the night is that for some it opens up the inner crevices of the heart which they don't want to visit again.
That night though so many things huddled in my mind, I didn't complain of those uninvited thoughts that troubled me day in and day out.I somehow felt comfortable lying down all by myself and pondering about everything that I have lost,the last time I saw my mother,the last time he wished me good night, the last time I parted with my city all flashed in front of my eyes and I found tears dropping down my cheeks. I didn't stop them, I didn't bother to tell myself to be strong and let go pain.I believe that sometimes the best way to heal is to suffer.
The other day I saw a little orphan girl selling dolls to a child who was crying after being left out by his parents in the crowd. I was amazed to see the girl's eyes,they were sparkling and she consoled the child assuring that parents' love for their children is immeasurable.I know the prostitute who lives down the street who dresses herself every day in the same white dress which she had worn when she was with her lover and hopes to find him once again. I Know the family who still hasn't celebrated any festival since the man of the house went missing at an encounter in the border.
I believe that sometimes our pain appears to be so great but if we look around it is like a drop of water as compared to a wide sea.Pain has a great bond with people and I believe the more we try to get over it, the more force it applies to grab us.Its true that on some nights the pain multiplies and makes us appear to be so timid and weak but that's the beauty of it too,if we bask in it,we emerge victorious.I have a friend who once told me to cry hard and harder,it appeared to me an awkward suggestion at first but now when I reflect I believe that in order to become the Gold one has to pass through the fire....