A handful of thoughts

“It is such a secret place the land of tears.” At that line, I stopped reading “The Little Prince”. I was on a train and I was afraid, I might just start crying. The land of tears is a secret place and I could not possibly bring it out to light. At that time however, I had to postpone my tears for a better place and a better time. Tears can be shed in the privacy of bathrooms or under blankets. On certain nights, it also feels good crying, facing the wall. And those are such cherished moments of my life. Between the wall and me stands darkness and a sea of loneliness; and in their shelter, I can cry out my burden.

In the company of tears, I feel ecstatic; the experience of crying can only perhaps be compared to making love. If you watch your tears closely, you will notice they come and go like an orgasm. After some time they just go; they disappear and dry up. And then you just cannot do it again. Not until your mind and your body is again ready for it. Ready for another outburst that is. And here’s to a lovely bunch of tears; I am sharing with you something that always gives me that ecstatic feeling. It makes me feel as if I am on cloud 9.

If you go away