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Friday, May 05, 2006

tears

today when briefing my group.. i said something that came straight from my heart..something which at a rational level was my research objective.. but had become something i had begun to believe was the reason i was standing there. i told them- "we're here to talk about things you have always kept within you.. things which shud be released.. shud be shared.. for your own good.."

i saw tears rolling out of unkown eyes.. each drop saying a story sadder than the other.. i melted.. now the research objective was way behind and me 'being there' for them was top priority..

when one woman has tears.. everyone else seems to be looking down.. looking away.. through flooded eyes.. all (including me) feel that heavy sinking feeling..

i was just wondering- how often do people open up and cry aloud.. how often do they release their worries.. do they talk about it.. or do they distract themselves... do they release it.. do they choose to ignore it.. does it differ by gender.. do all these tricks really help them release their pain.. can one's own's actually sorrow be diluted in their own tears.. i dont know.. but they did cry and so did all the others..

for me- crying helps a lot.. but i cant talk about it. this is what i have come to terms with.

3 Comments:

Blogger nowheregirl said...

I cry... I howl...I bawl my eyes out... but mostly when noone is around... do I talk about it... rarely... do I regret them... almost never... as you said it helps... a hell of a lot :)

1:24 PM  
Blogger goldfluke said...

i cry once every 3 months or so: i could be sitting at a friends house, i could be praying, i could be lying in bed. the tears come n refuse to stop, accompanied with a small whimpering sound, a sniffle or two. the mind, at first, would get befuddled at the lack of apparent reason, the hands would rush to wipe the tears away, till i started accepting it for what it was: an expression: of frustration, loneliness, of tiredness, of non acceptance of my imperfections, of a pause in the race to be great, of the unsaid....

3:10 PM  
Blogger Aditi said...

Sometimes I cry when things get overwhelming. I big long howling cry. It helps, its not directed at anything in particular and yet at everything. Maybe tears wash away the grime that settles on our soul .. sometimes we need that?

10:04 PM  

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