Finally!

How chaotic! Everyone seems to be in a rush towards fulfilling their specific or unspecific goals in life. Everyone is busy. I wish someone would stop by ... just for me. And then maybe I could tell him or her what burdens my heart ... the burden of grief that lies upon my heart so heavy that it bleeds profusely. The blood is unable to find a vent to flow out and has clotted over, bruising my heart badly. If only I could talk to someone then maybe the clotted blood will flow out as transparent water from my eyes. But everyone is busy and I have no one to share my grief with. Those that aren’t so occupied have no wish to hear my words of sorrow. “You always make us laugh, so go on and tell us some merry tales!” I prefer to keep quiet.

I am standing near the sea.

There is someone as divine as God and I tend to voice my troubles to him. He pretends not to have heard me and hence I have stopped talking to him now. I prefer to keep quiet.

I walk towards the sea.

Sometimes someone does come along and say “I have a moment or so to spare for you. Tell me what burdens you but tell it to me quick”. How am I to unburden a lifetime of almost infinite sorrow in a matter of few moments? So I choose not to say anything. I prefer to keep quiet.

I am now standing at the seashore.

It’s not as if no one at all wants to listen to me. My dear ones do take time out of their hectic schedules and ask me “what is it that bothers you?” I love them far too much to share my grief with them. What if they too have to carry the burden in their hearts once I have shared it with them? No, I could never do that. I prefer to keep quiet.

The waves of the sea lap up excitedly as if they are truly happy to see me. Following the Hindu tradition of honouring the guests by washing their feet, the waves come and touch my feet, washing away some of my sorrow and taking it with them, perhaps unknowingly. Suddenly I feel somewhat lighter in my heart. I smile and tell the sea all my troubles. It listens to me very patiently as it is in no rush to go anywhere. Out of true compassion it hugs me tightly. It lets my tears flow freely knowing that they shall be at one with the seawater.

Ah! There is water everywhere ... going over my head too ... and the sorrow that had burdened my heart for so long finally flows out of me into the sea ... with me.