That Feel After a Break-up

Recently, one of my friends has been completely shattered by his break-up. Every time he would talk to me, he would repeat the words, 'he feels emotionless now'.  He would tell me how he feels useless and pledges not to fall in love again. True, we do feel that way. Sometimes, moments of two months can take two years to forget and sometimes they can stay for a lifetime. But we must not forget that life has to go on, buddy.

I have been continuously telling him, these feelings will fade; all you need is to have patience; but like most of us that is what he fails to understand. He fails to have that patience. Every problem, every hurdle and every challenge we face in life; we look upon them as a dead end. But that is an illusion, buddy. When the light will shine, when the dawn will come you will get to see a window of hope; with the power to unlock it or keep it locked in your hands.

To my buddy with such a pain, I ask “will you cut and throw the body part which gets cancer or treat it?” If you would treat it, then you shall cure this pain too. You can achieve success in this; if you accept, few things need time. We did not grow up in a year from an infant to an adult; then why do we expect things to change overnight? Things will change and good things will come but on their own time. When things shall come, they will come.

Till then, I don’t ask you to stop grieving; grief, for there is no other way to feel relieved. Grief as you may, for there is no one way to do it. But understand that this grief has to pass. Every time you feel helpless, accept it that you would feel better again. It may take time, but it has to change and it will; buddy.

I am sharing a link of a beautiful note I read, that may convince you more than I could. I hope it does so, buddy.

https://www.facebook.com/notes/omega-course/how-could-she-say-to-me-love-will-find-a-way-/229142007135960

THE LETTER TO A MOTHER

Sometimes in this busy life, we forget to tell the most important people, how important they are. A letter that I found at the library, made me realize this today. I would just type the letter for you to read, for when it comes to mothers, nothing needs an introduction, the word is enough!

Dear Mother,

This is perhaps my first letter to you after I grew up. I have seen how you cherish those handmade cards and the verses I wrote in broken English in my childhood. When I look at myself, my ignorance today, I realize how much I have changed mom; but you never did.

I look back at life, and see you always there to take care! You carried me in your womb for nine months, bearing intolerable pain to make me see this beautiful world. Being a lady myself today; I can understand how badly your legs must have swollen at times, how restricted you have felt in sleep, how difficult it must have been to walk, to cook and sometimes just to explain how unwell you feel; yet you never complained of the pain.
Had you not woken up at five o’ clock, an hour before me, to prepare my lunch box, polish my shoes, iron my clothes; had you not arranged my bag when I was at kindergarten; had you not helped me with home work; had you not helped me in crafts, I would have perhaps remained uneducated. I cannot remember a single day, when you took a day off; I cannot remember a single day when you haven’t worked for us. Be it a minor cut, a scratch, a wound or fever, you sat beside my bed and comforted me always. From childhood till today, I find you the same, O beloved mother. 

But, I cannot even remember a single day, when I have asked, ‘Mom how do you feel today?’ Unlike you, I changed with time. I stopped writing verses to you, when I learnt to write correctly. Like every daughter in the world, I took you for granted, O Mother. I never remember sitting beside you caressing your head, applying cold compressions to bring your fever down. It’s not that you haven’t fallen ill ever but it’s about how I have never cared to pay attention to your needs.

The dishes made for meals have always been what we ask for; the shows being viewed on television have always been our choice. You never told me, neither did I ask what it is that you like. Today, as I see you ageing mother, it hurts to realize how I have always unheard your voice.

But above all these mistakes, there is a truth hidden deep in my heart. I have always loved you, mother. I slept peacefully at home, only after hearing you snore softly. That was my way to know you are safe and sound. Since the time I have been away from home, hearing to your voice has been the only way to stay close. Today, when I found it shaken, burdened with worries of health, my heart ached. Not just I, no child ever on this earth can describe all the sacrifices you made, all the love and blessing you have bestowed. I not even aim to try that. All I mean to say is get well soon, O mother. Mothers are the strongest creatures who endure all for their child. Endure this for me and get well.

You are the necessity to my existence.  Mitch Albom correctly says,

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
Till you exist, my story exists, O mother!

With love

Yours’ insincere daughter

THE THREE MISTAKES OF MY LIFE

Hey buddy; it has been long time since I wrote anything. 

Well most of the October I have been travelling, and most of the November I have been thinking hard, trying to introspect. 
I had loads of inspiration from beautiful Mother Nature to write during my visit to South India and have almost a dozen of unedited articles right now.

But today, a strange realization dawned upon, instantly making me post this. 
Like everyone else, my life has been tough too. No, I am not here to tell you how difficult the journey has been, but how I made it more difficult for myself.

Whenever faced with a difficult situation, I do try to overcome the obstacles but with a thought of it being a difficult situation in my mind rather than taking it just as a challenge of life. This is the first mistake of my life.
When you think of such situations as difficulties or obstructions life becomes a journey and you start passing the years rather than living. 
Now I take them as a challenge and feel life is a game; a wild adventure. I enjoy my trains getting diverted, travelling in general class, sleeping on floor at railway stations and any other stuffs that come my way. I take it as a game where every match needs to be played so well, that either I could share tales of my bravery or my craziness with folks.
This makes life easier, as losing has become just a part of the game adding up to my craziness tales; with many more matches yet to play.

During my schooldays, I had a friend, who would always tell me that “I make things bitter with my thoughts when they could get better”. I always thought of that guy as a jerk, never paying heed to his words - The second mistake of my life. How could I make it bitter I used to rebuke. Just by attitude he said, but I never understood.

Half of the time we are listening and following people’s unintelligent advice while ignoring the intelligent ones. Had I paid heed to those words, neither would I have this second mistake nor the first mistake of my life.  

Today, I ask, do you do the same buddy? Try it, tell yourself that things are good and will get better soon, and sure they would. This is indeed a psychological process. Our mind and heart accepts what we tell it. That is why, saying “All is well” like Aamir Khan in Three Idiots makes one feel so well.  Now all I do when disheartened is to gently place a hand on my chest and utter those three magical words, “All is well”. Trust me it works, buddy, after all Dil to Bacha Hai Ji(heart is a child).

 The biggest mistake, the third mistake of my life has been expectations. Like million other humans, I believed; a friend, a soul-mate, a lover or an angel could ease my pain. The tough experiences of the past do affect our soul, leaving a little sadness, bitterness in it. I committed the blunder of looking elsewhere for the balm of this pain. Someone would come and ease me of the pain like a magic I thought. I forgot, one could not be cured by external lotions when the wound is inside. Your soul is closest to you buddy. No one else can understand it like you, no one else can talk to that inner voice but only you. You have to cure it for your ignorance only wounds it and the heart. 
It took me a while to understand; cost me some friends, relations due to the expectations I had.
Sit for a day or two alone and then you will realize where the hurt is, what the cure is and all that you want from life. You have to be your savior buddy, for everyone else is busy carrying their share of burden, saving their lives.

Somewhere in this busy life,
Somewhere in this technologically progressive world,
One shut the doors to his heart and suppress his inner voice,
He forgets what makes him feel that he feels today, such loud is the noise!!!

Listen, listen this soft whisper buddy, your soul needs to talk to let things go by!!