The Scab

Two peas in a pod we were.  Sunny days, rainy days and the magic of germination guaranteed our growth and boy, did we blossom.  In our shared pod we laughed together, fought together,cried together.

Cheer leaders to one another we were; harshest critics one of the other too. Our delicate outer shells didn't crumble under that crushing criticism rather; it served to chisel out our rough edges.

The two peas became as flawless as diamonds.  Not once did we give a thought to the predetermined hand Fate would deal us.

And so, on the day Lady Fate did pay us a visit, you turned to me and said "you know, I really don't want to share this pod with you anymore".  Those words struck me like a thunderbolt. The pain seared through my soul. The shock staggered me. I felt myself free fall ever so slowly into a deep dark abyss. I spiralled into loss, darkness, empty space.

The sages are, however, right indeed.  The cycle of life continues.  The gears to the motion of life have to be engaged.  Seconds turn into minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years.  The roller coaster of life moves fast.  Too fast.

One day, though, the roller coaster stops for regular maintenance.  A lone moment.  A moment away from the hustle and bustle.  A moment to nurture the soul.  A moment to reflect. A calming moment.  The mind flitters here and there.  It notes a challenge here; an achievement there.  A pat on the back is in order for overall triumph.

THEN BHAM! Without notice, the leisurely tour of my mind stumbles on a scab. Hard, crusty and rough. I pull it away.  Lo and behold what lies below? The wound, raw and fresh,not yet healed. Life moves on.