I have been falling short of feelings to pick up pen and
paper (Okay word file and keyboard in reality) because I have nothing on mind. Nothing
is beautiful. It’s the void between materialism and heart. A happy place which I
create and dissolve as and when I want to. It’s a sacred state I wish yet fear
to achieve.
Then there is a nothing
which is painful. A void that is forced. A certain news has always put my life
into perspective. A woman recently lost
her husband at the trigger of nothing. It was a normal day till the night it
was decided that he would not live. I have never spoken to her and don’t know
how she cried, how much she cried but I feel a bond of pain. How could he just
go away! The excitement in the relationship had settled down to a beautiful
friendship and understanding and the god just recalled him. Why? What did she
do?? The hair had not even turned pepper salt before life turned grey for her.
I anticipate the blues, the pain, the fear as I stand here
cribbing about losing hair, food, toenail, fighting when all I should be caring
about is nothing.
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