Just when you land in despair and the eyes refuse to shed a tear to ease the pain, it’s the conversation that leads from there that decides how you would feel about the moment when you look back years later, reminiscing. Holding a memory of pain can be eased just by a reassuring look, a soft touch on the shoulder and a promise in the voice that everything will be fine. It’s that one voice which washes away all the hurt and prepares you to wear your running shoes again. Defeat becomes meaningless. Quiet conversations with your heart.
This post is my entry for the ”100 words on Saturday-9″ conducted by Corinne Rodrigues at Everyday Gyaan