Loss in inevitable. But when we apprehend that we have lost our most precious worldly possession and even that last ray of light which came as a hope in dark melancholic nights, and our heart is throbbing with deep remorse of being helpless, but all of a sudden when we draw the curtains, we realize it’s dawn there and a start of beautiful morning, and our loved ones are ringing the doorbell outside and we’re rapturously overwhelmed for their return.
In the mental trauma of unexpected heavy loss, we somewhat start losing our own self. We try to make ourselves to forget them. But, eventually that racking guilt and pain pricks every moment,and we end up being powerless.
But, as if that’s a twist of destiny, we find them standing with an innocent smile as if waiting for a warm big hug from us, and we cry our heart out by kneeling down, and open handedly call them to touch our hearts with theirs.
That joyous moment is out of the universe. We feel our heart pumping a fresh blood of optimism, reflecting our brain to shed a happy tear from the eyes that infinitely wished for this moment to happen.
We start living the life we lost.
We find ourselves in new horizons. Getting them back into our lives feels like our soul quenched our thrust and found a shed after walking miles in the deserted desert. We sense the ailments being applied to our wounds and broken heart that starts healing.
We wish the moment to freeze itself as we embrace them warmly.
The kite that had a broken string is now flying high in the sky and is not easy to catch and trap this time.
Mesmerizing, some memories brings life back in those broken bones that crave for it’s marrow, in those red cells of blood that yearn for their platelets, and in that body which hankers for a happy soul.
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