Bad days aren’t really bad. Give it 48 hours!
~I
We both looked at each other.
Our eyes moist, bloodshot, trying desperately to hide herself; the face melting, questioning; the surrounding air partly frozen, fully painful, all the more poisonous — we fishing cried.
Oh! We cried the fish out!
In the aftermath, some part of us revived.
Part of us died.
I reckon thoughts are more painful than the reality.
Hmm..
Now, as far as healing is concerned.
Healing, needs kindness.
Gentleness.
Calmness.
Forgiveness.
Healing — it merely needed a fresh perspective.
It needed an objective purpose.
It needed a good food with chilled soda.
It needed a brisk 30 minutes conversational walk!
Oh! We walked the fish out!
Namaste.