A drop of tear, sliding down the cheek, whisked away with the swift finger tip, harbours a world in itself.
It has a goodbye, unsaid but understood.
It has a meeting, unexpected and special.
It has a hug, we didnāt want to let go of.
It has a kiss, we wouldnāt feel for a long time.
It has an agony, of losing a loved one, of losing oneself.
It has the glory, of finding love and loving oneself.
Sometimes, itās the end of a battle, long lost but never given up on.
Sometimes, itās the victory, won with an army of courage and acceptance.
Itās a tiny smudge on a paper, but it tells more stories that all the letters combined.
Every tear shed, is a concoction of emotion let go of, or made peace with. And every tear shed, is so much more than just a tear shed.
