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Hold On To Me: Part IV

Hold On To Me: Part IV

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I know what it feels to have your world come shattering down all around you. At first all you can do is sit there, staring at the pieces, screaming your head off, wondering.

“Why me?”

This question haunts you and you want someone to answer. The people responsible for putting you in that situation are the ones you expect the answer from, but most often, they are either not there or don’t see their fault in the catastrophe.

At that moment you just want to blank out- not feel anything; no sensation; no memories; Nothing!

Sleep eludes you.

Food tastes so distasteful that even a morsel, of what you may have once craved for, is enough to make you gag.

And then, days go by- days when you breathe and feel hopeful! And then there are days, when you go about like a zombie, only to be shaken up again by that dull pain, that squeeze in your heart, which makes you want to go back to being a zombie...

...I have managed to pull my life back together. The cracks are there, but they are a constant reminder of of where I have been and where I don’t want to ever find myself again.

The Japanese fill each crack with gold. They believe that it’s these cracks that make you beautiful. You have a history, and the fact that you have come together again signifies resilience.

Resilience- the term makes me laugh sometimes; sometimes when I am dipping, which thankfully is not that often.

Does one need to suffer excruciatingly to test resilience?

Anyway, like I said earlier, I am whole again...

“I am so sorry I am late”, she offered, sitting down on her mat.

Everyone around her smiled knowingly, and then calm, soothing music wafted around her, making her forget all that had tried to stop her from reaching Prana Lounge....

“And now open your eyes and smile,” said the healer reassuringly, ending the session.

‘Today is a new day’, she thought to herself, as she opened her eyes and smiled!

I am Kavita’s daughter Rima and I am at peace....


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