Every tear has a story to tell… some nice and others of hardship and learning. My journey has taken me through a lot of ups and downs. Time has helped and also broken me down into tears. My experience is what I have tried to express, hopefully we all let some tears follow before we have all out break.
As the tears rolled out of my eyes… shaken, I recovered fast to cover my track. At that moment, it felt I had conquered the 5 forces which make everything in the universe and the universe itself. So the 5 forces are Water, Land, Wind, Fire, and Space. To connect the dots… the tear was the water, the eye was the land, the eyelids created the wind, the sparkle in the heart to bring me to tears was the fire, and the vision beyond was the space.
As I put on the smile in the room filled with strangers in a travel lounge, I felt an urge to cry, not sure why. I looked at everyone around, all busy in their own world of engagements… no one waiting for anyone… everyone just in transit… time travellers. As I pulled back myself into my chair, I recollected the reason for those tears… a video of family members catching up with each other after a long time. So emotional and so true that it made those tears roll out on their own.
Is it not surprising that something so important and definitive in its purpose needs very little reason to express itself? Everyone on this earth has taken a bow, a tear from the time of birth… till the time stops… probably with a tear in someone else’s eye for some or the other reason. I was no exception to that… but the tears had now broken the wall I had built to safeguard myself from all the hurt and pain from people, events, and failures that I had endured and experienced through times. A lot of times this hurts and continues in a manner of being buried under layers of responsibilities till the time something shakes the ground.
I suddenly realized the tears were flowing and everyone was watching me with concern but from a distance. These tears had no reason but just a flow of emotions. I did not hide the tears this time. At times it feels best to be alone and talk to oneself and express the pain and anguish without an ear. I felt a lot better. Maybe like the war room, conference room, prayer room, and study room, we also need a cry room to be better. Maybe these cry rooms should be opened at all places to be better humans to see better and feel better. Maybe we would have a better connect and a better life then.
Cry me Loud.
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