A Lesson Learnt

I am thankful to many opportunities that has made me strong. But also agree that many have left me wounded. Wounded forever.

Yesterday was one such day. An incident stuck me hard and hurt me immensely. It pained. It hurt. The negativity, the restlessness, the thought spread faster than a virus in me. It was all horrible and I couldn't bottle it up. I had to get it out of my system to avoid the piercing pain.

There are have been people who hurt me before too. I dealt with it in two different ways. Either I absorbed all of it or I walked out of them; but not before I gave it back to them ten times harder. That is me. I have to vent it out. I do not believe in holding it back.

Yesterday, it was different. I couldn't address it either of the ways. And, that is why it anguished me even more. I couldn't use the tit for tat method that I strove by all my life. This time I will have to give it back many thresholds harder but without them realizing. 

Letting go solves many issues, but for a few making realize is the key. 

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  1. UnknownAugust 15, 2015 at 9:16 PM

    Good one Bharati. This is sriram ex Ehelium. I can feel the pain by reading. Learnt a new phrase 'bottle it up' 3 out of 5 from my side. Expecting more from you. Good try. Keep it up

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    1. Bharathi BhaskarDecember 29, 2015 at 12:02 PM

      Hey Sriram, thanks for the read. Will definitely try to put in more here.

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