There are days when emotions leak out of everywhere, seemingly every pore of your body, from your very soul. It’s the rainy season of your soul.
You will be watching a cartoon, eating an ice cream, watching a movie or sitting staring at nothingness when a fat tear will plop down your cheek and splatter into a million tiny droplets. From your heart will emerge a sigh and you find yourself remembering something that seemed insignificant earlier but has become a giant now.
And your mouth will flood with a strange flavour. A flavour you encounter far too often: it tastes the same as the flavour of heartbreak, crushed hopes, dreams that have been pinpricked.
Like a detached executioner, sorrow makes no distinctions. It attaches itself to the rich, the poor, the bright, the dim ones…everyone comes under its spell.
And thus, we have a common bank to draw from, a shared pool of experiences. And perhaps that’s how we can reach out and help others who are at the receiving end of life’s vagaries.