Dhruv

By that time, the known world lost its each and every colour to me, yet, I didn’t speak about it.

And so, these stories persisted, for not all men yearn for rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of a storm coursing through their veins. Even I, by some stroke of fortune, managed to change the tumultuous currents of life, emerging without injury and in one piece on more occasions than I care to count.

I was not ready for anything to happen, but it happened and I felt paralyzed.

We learn to crawl and to fall too. We even try to understand and give meaning to the pain of others. But when it comes to addressing ours, we go back to our innocent childhood form holding a broken toy. The broken toy can be glued but the thing with glue is that the toy won’t roll further.

We all are just a crash, a diagnosis, an emergency phone call, a broken heart away from being a completely different person. How fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forever?

When faced with tragedy, the sheer weight of grief can be paralysing. It's like being submerged in a sea of pain, and the mind, in its attempt to shield itself, resorts to a numbing effect. You find yourself unable to fully grasp the enormity of the loss.