Cold
Lemme take you guys back in time when i was a kid, a notorious one obviously. Sometimes i used to cry over things, small things maybe just like any other kid. I remember, my mom used to hug me so tight, wipe my face with her dupatta, kiss my forehead and ofcourse used to say these precious words of all time "Stop, don't cry I'm here with you". I used to cry more to seek more attention.
Now today, I've grown up. I do cry but alone, hiding things behind. Deep inside there's something that shouts and ask for the same attention. Those words, hugs, kisses and warmth are still here but left behind. I still crave for the same. I still wanna hold someone and let that person wipe every tear. But like days passing by I've realised one thing for sure that you were never alone nor you are right now. It's the Almighty who's with you everytime. Maybe your fighting battles alone, maybe he's building you for a better alone. "Prepare for the worst" so one can deal with the best. Sometimes you should learn to be more conscious about these cycles, phases of happiness and sorrow, love and pain and everything revolving around you. The cycle goes on and you get strong and you learn enough to cry alone, to wipe your tears alone, to wash your face and to tell thyself that " Stop, Don't cry I'm here with you " alone.
Today I'm writing this with tears of strength and the courage after everything i do alone. Ofcourse not alone, under the guidance of Almighty. But Cold.
As i said, I left the warmth behind. It's Cold.
-SM:)
