meenu mehrotra

 what is pain? have you ever wondered? is it a block of stone that fails to lift itself from the heart, crushing its weight on the bearer or is it a black hole through which even a thin flicker of light refuses to pass? may be it is a shriek in an empty house that echoes back blatantly or is it a long , lonely walk through the woods?

what about the color? black or white? perhaps colorless; a morbid identity that distinguishes itself clearly amongst the other colors of emotions and paradoxically fuses itself intricately in the collage of  myriad intense emotions…

a never ending chasm that divides our inner selves , a thick fog that  brings the cruel facts of life in sharp focus or the ground beneath our feet that threatens to collapse any moment.

whatever it is, it tears a part of our soul - the bloodied, bruised part of us that reason  cannot justify.

so pain remains as red as our blood, as blue as the waters of the deep sea, as white as the face of a dead person and as translucent as a view from a frosted glass window…depending upon how intense one’s pain is?

you decide the color because it belongs to you and it can either make you or break you. it can uplift you as a human or leave you down in the dumps as a crawling insect. the call is yours. whether you allow your pain to render you emotionally rich or leave you emotionally bankrupt.

till next time

take care