I think, therefore I write
Today I leave Bangalore as a Ms. only to return in a couple of weeks as a Mrs.
After so much drama, anticipation, struggle the month of February is here and the 9th of the month is inching closer. How do I feel? It’s a cocktail of emotions I cannot express with words. I am in no state to write a detailed post about this, so you will get the details only when I open this blog as a certain Mrs ЁЯШЫ
Until later ЁЯЩВ
Sometimes the answer is right in front of your eyes. But you don’t see it. Maybe because you cannot or maybe because you don’t want to or maybe because it is not the easy choice. However when you do see it, it shines brightly in your face. You feel like you have known all along that it is the only path you would have to go. That it is the only choice you would make even if it is the most difficult thing in the world. You might have been blinded by the dilemma of doing the easy thing or doing the right thing, for in life, most often than not the easy thing and the right thing are not the same.
Despite all this, the right thing you have to do will eventually come to you and you will slowly accept the fact that even though it is the most difficult decision you have to make in your life, even though it posed a threat that everything would fall apart except that one thing which is your life,┬а you will have to take it because that’s what you would want yourself to do when you look back. None of the other troubles would matter. Only this decision. If you decide this right, you will die without regrets even if you didn’t have anything else in the world.
My friend casually said “Your world cannot be torn apart unless it is from the inside”. It struck me like a lightning. It made me see what I never saw despite so many explicit advices and suggestions. And I know if the sides were reversed, I would be bestowed with the right decision and not the easy decision. I know I would be cherished. I know I would be protected like a child in a mother’s womb if I were on the other side of the coin. So I know what to do now. I know I have to choose the right path even if it is laid with thorns and stones. I know I would want myself to have my heart in place even if every other part of my body is bruised in the journey. There is no use having everything intact and a broken heart.
Nothing else matters when you know what you want. That one thing is the quintessence of your life. Everything else takes a back seat. I am glad I got that clarity. It’s gonna be a hard ride but I am all geared up. I know, now!
Until later ЁЯЩВ
Hi IS,
How are you? I know you will not be feeling too good after what happened. I am writing this letter because I want you to get to your senses and also get over what happened. After having been friends-for-life type of a friend with me, what made you get so mad at me that you hit me so hard and crippled me? Did I do anything to hurt you? I do not remember doing any such thing. Even if I had unknowingly erred, you could have come and talked to me to have sorted it out as we usually do with our daily problems.
I suspect that you did not attack me acting on your hatred for me, but due to the provocation by someone new to our circle, X, because I know I did not give you any reason to hate me. What confuses me is, how could you have been so tricked by someone new to our place into attacking me, your friend. I know very well that you are the best defender against cunning people as X. It was you who taught us that we meet both friends and foes in our daily life and not to trust outsiders so easily without making sure that they are indeed friends. After all that you taught us, how could this happen? How did you fail to notice that all she did was to create a rift between us? How did you lose your senses and attack me blindly? See what we have come to. It is me who is crippled physically for life and you who is crippled emotionally because of the guilt of attacking your friend.
I am not saying all this to make you relive all of that and experience agony, over and over again. I am just saying this so that none of us make the same mistake again at any point of our life. Yes, I am not mad at you, for you are and will always be my friend. None of our other friends are mad at you. For, we all know, deep down in your heart, you never meant to attack me. Yes, we know it was not your fault. So cheer up my friend. All we need now is proper cooperation between us and unconditional support from our other friends to recover. Together, let us show the world that we can do much better.
Yours,
P
This is a letter written by the pancreas to the immune system of a person having Type 1 diabetes. Juvenile diabetes aka Type 1 diabetes is caused due to the inability of the body to produce insulin. The exact cause is unknown, but most likely there is a viral or environmental trigger in genetically susceptible people that causes an immune reaction. The body’s immune system mistakenly attacks the insulin-producing pancreatic beta cells, thus destroying them.
The inspiration for this post is Adhi and his diabetes.
Until later ЁЯЩВ
This is a love poetry written by my friend.This is one piece which has affected me the most, of all that I have read..
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You can appreciate it, given this extra info- The person who wrote this is a diabetic. The original post is here
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