#Microblog Mondays 2 : Of Peace and Pain
One evening, I was out for a walk in my apartment complex. Slowly and gradually the darkness was setting in. I could feel the cool breeze brush against my hand which had been holding Dhruv’s hand. The twinkling green lights on a balcony’s rails 3 or 4 levels above me caught my attention. It was very quiet all around, perfect, peaceful and serene. I felt safe and secure.
In that moment my mind got carried away to the Gujarat riots. Hadn’t been everything perfect like this, then, until the moment when the peace and serenity would have started burning with screeches and screams? My mind travelled further into the history creating thoughts about how it would have been at the time of India Pakistan partition, all the incidences I have read about enacting themselves in front of my eyes. Wondering, I was left of the longevity of the emotion of peace.
Can peace be an emotion?
The last week that went by was all about the excruciating pain in 2 of the molars which had died long time ago but my reluctance or laziness stopped me from doing anything about them. So their ghosts came by, haunting me with pain leaving me with no choice apart from visiting the dentist and getting one of them extracted. May that tooth find peace in its grave.
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