Crying is misunderstood. It’s really not bad.
~ author~
This evening (morning in Nepal), I had roughly 2.5hrs of long conversations with mum and dad.
They both cried.
My heart sank…. almost, … almost cried. But, then them seeing me cry here would have made them feel terribly awful . I held back tears.
We had not talked for almost 10 days because both of them, specially my mom had been busy arranging for a feast back home.
The feast’s over and lots of hardships and heartbreaks were culminated as residue.
They cleansed.
Tides calmed.
Lessons learned.
Perspective retrofitted.
Understanding made.
Baggage let go.
Liberated.
Namaste.