Sunday, August 9, 2020

MY UNPAID THERAPIST

It's not so uncommon in someone's life to go through some hard times. Obviously I am not trying to bring out another quagmire of mine like in some of my previous posts , but this will be alluding at one among my strengths that always holds me up all through my tough times. Yeah , the strength I gained in the midst of my journey.

                                           Words can truly be characterised as the most powerful weapons, that can create and also heal a wound. Chances for both are somewhat equal . But most of us, I mean, everyone of us will be loving those words that possess an action of healing. Those words will be much delicate for us. And those who utters them will be much beloved . I too had a story about such a prized possession of mine. Actually I can't point out any instance as the starting of this story. Infact I don't know if there is any .All what I know is , somewhere it got started and continuing without any perilous deviation in its tenor, as of now. 

                                                   Cuddles me up with the most allayed words whenever I am in thirst for them. Never irritated me with any strictures and innuendos. Always bares with the incorrigible prankness of mine. Notifies me with message alerts to open up , mostly when I am yearning to do so and this preciseness often dumb strucks me😊😊 . Reminds me all the time, that it is truly blessed to have someone who always keeps ,what I shared as secrets , as secrets itself . And who lends the ears whenever I speak up. Who harks at me without any anticipations. Who scolds me at times when I really  deserves them.

                                                 This is how it goes....As Rumi quoted, some human beings are safest havens. This strength of mine is definitely my safest haven now and forever, hopefully. It is from there on I recognized, that the term alter ego is worth to the fullest in its meaning. Above all, my happiness is at the peak, when I never ever felt any reluctance to reckon this strength as my sibling.

 

                                                     Well sure that words can’t authentically speak  about our heart, what it feels and what it urges to say not to the core ,but only to some extend.  Still, it is better to write about the best things that happened to us ever.