Being Hurt


Being hurt is a sign of being human. Maturity should not take that from us.


When we are in a situation that has no solution, what can we do? 

I saw an ad recently issued in public interest about men and crying. It seems it  is something that has been grilled into boys for generations. 

Boys don’t cry!  Ladke rote nahi hai!

My first born is a boy and oh boy , the way he cried just after birth. His cries have kept me awake for nights together when he had the hernia and he couldn’t express what was hurting him. 

My husband cried the day our son was born. He cries when he sees any of us in pain. It’s a natural feeling to be hurt or to cry. Gender has nothing to do with it. Neither does age or maturity. 

It’s all about how much of a human we are. The daughter and I are a bit too human that way. Some insensitive people call us “too” sensitive. We are proud of it though! And no, we were not “taught” to cry because we are women. 

Yes, I am hurt. I am not embarrassed to express it. My life isn’t what I wanted it to be. I am not all what I could have been. 

I never thought being a mother would make me want to not want anything more in life. But it did. Even though it hurt every step of the way. The hurt of seeing my children grow. The hurt of them preparing to start a new life. The hurt of the first few harsh words that teenagers use. I have been there , done that and I have a few grey hairs and wrinkles to prove it. 

I see pregnant ladies in parks and malls and wonder if they have any idea how dramatically their life is going to change. The second child adds to that equation, the complexity of being “fair” and of equality. It never a ends, the battle against hurt. Yet we embrace each new hurt with a smiling face. We are only human. Humans that need love, care, understanding and a reason to continue living.

Laugh when you feel happy, cry when emotions overwhelm you.

That’s what life is all about. The simple essence of it. The essence of being ourselves. About being open to hurt and gaining the ability to overcome that pain. We mature, we learn, we grow. 

When a heart breaks…



It comes naturally,
For those in love,
To cherish someone,
Who love them too.

It takes more,
It takes much more,
To love someone,
Who is new to you.

You see a stranger in tears,
At the park bench today,
It doesn’t take much,
To send smiles their way.

Each pain I hear,
Ends up as a tear,
With every care,
I try to cheer.

With every cheer,
My heart bleeds more,
I can only hope,
That the hurts disappear.

With every hope,
It makes me wonder,
Do I go looking for pain?
To become a saviour?

A bit of love,
A pleasing word,
A bit of passion,
To soften the wound.

A little compassion,
Is all it takes,
To hear, see and feel,
When any heart breaks.

Written for The Language of Love Contest at Write Tribe.

We are grateful to our friend, Vishal Bheeroo for inspiring us to choose this quote. Thanks, Vishal!

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Foreign Body


On Diwali Day last year, I had a small accident. It was a glass tea cup that broke and I managed to get a deep cut in my finger. Little did I know that that cut later developed into a boil shaped fixture on my finger because of a foreign body in it.Yes, a glass piece was stuck just under my skin. Each time I touched it or hit my hand somewhere it would pain like hell! But I thought it must be the soreness of the deep cut.

Yesterday I felt a small white thing protruding from the boil. It felt a bit sharp. I didn’t actually give it much thought until I sat down to watch TV at night with the family.

When I realized its a glass piece, I started to push it out. After 15 mins of pain, the bugger finally came out.

I had to click its picture for memories sake. I had it in my finger for almost 2.5 months!

I am wondering if I should be missing it even! What say?